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Plans for 2026
Thirty three now I’m certy, done observing Dirty feet getting Jesus cleaned, Son as servant Cheap meal plainly served No dessert but the wine’s free from here to eternity Adding up counting beans, I’m the captain of one supreme team Strapping lad, I’m some lean meat fucking outta habit nympho rabbit To keep on brand,…
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Was it the driver?
Frame 313 at Dealey P, non PG scenes Getting PG tips off deep throated loose lips G men sweeping the gnoll for casings, fact erasing Gangs of deadheads tail chasing Knelt as it to tie my laces, it’s coming on I recognise the signs of the change Tasting, for what else is blood made? Plying…
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Stillorgan Stories
Where I grew up Dublin city, well southside of it Pale walls, far outside of it Once a farm haven now a thriving Young metropole Tired of being bold selling metric ton bowls, tired old soul Perhaps earlier we had been pinched misdemeaning We’d eat Aprile’s chips on the billboard of an evening Above Glenalbyn…
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S l a y e r
Now it’s out Slayer’s life must be lived without doubt A trader in court cases, usually young bowing out No barcodes or labels what I’m slinging out Police scanner, reaching across to grab a hand, yelling “Duck down!” No scanning at checkout, checking out my duckdown, youthful fountain If you wanna show fealty, I’ll get…
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