hes the most annoying fucken thing in the world its not quaint its fucken painful for the ears I am tired hes a prick. from before 6 in the morning and its nearly two now and hes still going, and we happen to have the loudest clock in history of clocks

I am going to kill the rooster and put him in a pot...

we are the maddening,
fascinating,
bright spheres of light,
we are notions cast out from history,
a digital age,
in tune,
turned on,
verbose with our narrative explanation for being
drawing pictures
casting beats from wires
documenting our thoughts from our minds
in ways that are mystifying
expanding with out possible doubt
that every thing is possible
we can stand on mars and blow bubbles,
if not in reality in our imaginations
we hold the key for those willing to explore,
to expand horizons
on this great earth of ours
as the man with the shopping trolley in hand said
you only got one life
better make the most of it.

open your eyes wide/ you better make the most of it.

Live sound performance in Cork Community Printshop Saturday April 26th 2015. Queef and special guests Mick O'Shea, Danny McCarthy, Katie O'Looney and Harry Moore. Photos courtesy of Exile 

Live sound performance in Cork Community Printshop

Connemara tales: the tree that was a man.  unfinished

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qdsb8c0LUEw

Cottage noise storm eva. connamara

encompass the novelty of the wide eyed closed off

bringing the wonder of the enclosed arms, false promises 

shroud flowing misery in the flowers and bright shining blinding darkness

we’ll all go round in fucken circles with no one growing a pair 

let the disaster erupt and the silence descend 

when nothing is said and done there is nothing to be said 

and the only thing to be done is to walk away and close off 

further from the truth and further from the understanding

 we bring the magic forward and disguise the anguish

 welcoming a slap in the face

get perfume sense

look out for the new album coming to nowhere near you soon!

Queef - lady in red 2016

I count those seven seas down to five, lets swim beneath the glitter skies 
I walked high above the glacier icy ground, and sat blasted by waterfalls 
those city lit street stroll lost in time wide eyed butterflied out inner most awakes. 
rhythm in fields, playing trip ups ancient beasts 
magic in the mystical sagas 
beheading of best friends at the age of 11 
lava fields spouting water boiling into the skies 
vast empty plains 
icy ledges holding precariously on 
dripping snow down the back of my neck 
I glance outwards enthralled by landscape
I take flight internally hoping i'd traipse over this place again 
giants in the rock facings trapped discontented by the passage of time 
trolls like to wear odd socks he says making sarcastic jokes up front, wheeling us down long roads and sloping high and low through carved ice age paths  
volcanic eruptions holding willing prisoners in this land 
My eyes sing at the corrugated colored homes all the rainbow sights
Travel to the perceptive of masterminds creation

Iceland- mystical magic place

film   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OrBA5vEAWTQ

what is art? -satire film soundbite

A trip down memory laney- life im none the wiser

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q_34zQXi9LA

all the ducks have swam out of the water

Thoughts don't have punctuation- Project underway's and delays with why?
In respect to the world and its wonders its full of turmoil and anguish, the road to destruction it keeps getting worse and worse the negative aspects of self the ego the go the wonders of what the mother fuck am I doing here in this place the uncomfortable visions of failure and the fear of the forward its like waking up after a night of heavy drinking flip flopping, flailing about, setting of fireworks on the middle arch at 5 o clock in the morning and a heavy head of alcohol blues and feeling so poisoned by self infliction of overboard boozing and you panic inside for confidence is battered by the experience’s gathered emotions of living the adrenaline buzz of flow pouring out notions riding the wave before the block comes a knocking and your sit sat contemplating once more procrastination and you are having an affair of the senses and avoidance makes you thirsty the flow go gets entwined in the exterior you focus on a magnified detail and you blow it up and look at it and twist it round with paint, pen and word and your mind is tangled in it self and your talking in tongues your apart from yourself looking in windows like the outsider staring into the fire.

A trip down memory laney - before the block comes.

limerick walking sounds

it might never stop raining 
https://www.rte.ie/news/weather/2020/0216/1115593-weather/

Eoghan Ó Ceannabháin :: The Deepest Breath
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tjPHKJaCb38

lockdown paddys day
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hNmm5OLBx8c&t=5s

tpm "bring back dial up" protest
https://nialler9.com/tpm-drowned-out-gemma-odohertys-dundalk-protest-with-shouts-of-bring-back-dialup/

Inni K - whats in the bag love?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YgQe3al_VUk&t=70s

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