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I know you’re well and you’re doing fine . . .

“The Faz” sat with us at the dining table in the dining room with his glass half full of vodka and both ourselves were easing into the evening, aided by beer and wine when! Delaney ran under the table towards … Continue reading

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“When we die, we will turn into songs, and we will hear each other and remember each other.” Rob Sheffield, Love, is a mixtape.

“I freakin’ hate the radio stations!  They all play the same freakin’ music, we gotta make a mix tape for the car, eyem just sick of this shit!” she says as eyem drivin’ our ceedee less car toward the junction. … Continue reading

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“Delaney! Get outta that garden!”

  She woke me early yesterday morning, sometime around six.  The day had been planned a week in advance, and i knew that i had to fix, the garden.  The soil was hard, the grass was long, and the patio … Continue reading

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“Yesterday I was a dog. Today I’m a dog. Tomorrow I’ll probably still be a dog. Sigh! There’s so little hope for advancement.”

The two ones woke yesterday morning little realising that their lives would change forever later that day.  Their opportunity for offspring was to be cruelly taken from them by their evil master, Wooth, wife of Brown Dogg, her benevolent husband.

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“By God, D. H. Laurence was right when he had said there must be a dumb, dark dull, bitter belly-tension between a man and a woman, and how else could this be achieved save in the long monotony of marriage?”

Saturday nights aren’t the same once you’re married, where once there was the expectancy of a possible score, now there’s only the the thought that i might catch The Cube on poverty channel Three. Party plans are placed in the … Continue reading

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Reflections

not knowing what to write i type . . . thinking of Dinah Washington although not today, more like last week, i look around and see the two bitch faces munching and crunching their bones, Delaney at one end of … Continue reading

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eyem not justa piece of meat . . .

finished work BANG! on @ 5 and walked as fast as Vladimir Kanaykin to the bus stop opposite the central bank and waited . . . not very long.  the journey home was pleasant, as pleasant as a Dublin bus … Continue reading

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