Alchemisland

I’m going to lick your arse tonight

Quick taxi home first for Spring cleaning

Know it’s bound to be good if there’s mirrors on the ceiling

Ask my Dad’s best of The Eagles CD

Avoiding the PD, I don’t mean James

Joyce James how everything that happens to me goes on the page

I’m paying for drinks using Strype

Little striped pills extend the night

Half hits just right

Breakneck twisting the volume dial

Don’t say see you later to these crocodiles; Irish goodbye

Let not my epitaph be written, that’s an Irish trial.