Tag: cork
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Southside Dublin
Getting head in Deer Park Perfect health, Deepak In the seomra suí she’s showing me South of the border, the River Lee Fewer holes than my old recorder As much blowing, what I ordered I receive, communion on my knees Hands shaking like peace be with you Sucking like she’s taking the soul out too…
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I Swear I’m Gonna Go This Time
Barely any bread loss but my source is inexhaustible Constables exhausted at my constant posturing, my muffler-free gas guzzler like an unmuzzled attack dog produces raincloud exhaust plumes Fumes poke holes in the ozone layer Tear open a pack of blue John Player tear away goldfoil layer and frisk my too-tight trousers for a lighter…
Alchemisland 