The economic structure is not an accident, it is precisely related to what is being said
What if I said the island was a tax haven
but
hemmed on all sides with the most exquisite
Wild Swimming
the young in one another’s DMs fish flesh fine girl y’are
If St Patrick banished all the snakes, does that make FF/FG/G slow worms; why do the other boys in school keep calling _me_a rat
(a question of debt translation)
no one can tell you why it’s called the forty foot there is no firm consensus on the details
of the 2011 NAMA report to the government the theme is: all quiet on
keep dad onkeep sins of auxiliary father, son
and FYI they call them ‘coffin ships’ because they are all shaped like coffins that’s literally it
educated _somewhat_privately
just _which_bloody Sunday?
(until you have watched the bonus episode of RTÉ’s Reeling in the Years
you will never know how sinister the singing priests, etc.)
pre-Crash
the High Chief paid from petty cash to have my braces removed; joke’s on him–I was always already éire anew:
all gums no teeth
I unravelled the scroll and read with aplomb ‘I felt loss when I could not floss’
overleaf, regret:
‘thy rent, alack, is dueth’
–a crushed bullet against the amazing wishlist in my breast pocket– on this United Ireland-shaped rock
~father’s Four Green Field sites~
we don’t know enough about historical materialism yet to fully appreciate vaping
e-scootauthoritarian-dryrobe but
I, too, dislike it.