Willing to come forward now to say yes I been sexting with Mary mcAleese and yes it has helped my fledgling centre left news paper get some good leads but no
If the sad winos of 1950s Dublin knew they could have just sat on Drury street with some twinks for company they would have been subject of much less scrutiny
as the mice in my bedsit use my interdental brush to sweep up their droppings after our uneasy truce was established on the battlefield of crumb; toaster tray; I can't help but produce my iPad mini and engage in some prose writing; yup 👉🏻 English lit degree not wasted
I was forced - I wouldn't say forced - I was **strongly** encouraged to introduce non-native bacterium to the topsoil sample taken last night by moonlight
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the actual Grinch was here today at hogs and figs bookstore where I'm a custodian where I pick up the bookmarks that fall from those books that people hold loosely.
my much loved, heavily dog-eared and annotated copy of The Twits was stolen this morning on the luas between triangle and carrickmines if anyone has any leads please send them on
people keep insisting I digitise the records I keep on various shopspeople and clerks working in centras and londi (plural) and spar - no, I will not digitise these records
it points to a innate gravitation of the human skull towards sadness that even when, considering a happy memory, the human will consider it with a certain sense of melancholy for it not to be happening right then that moment. this points to th-
yeah, I gotta stop reading poems