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Irish weather report.

once apon a time in the middle of a lake that was so still not even the rain rippled its surface.
lived the lake god yoddle. one day yoddle was having a nap in his comfy under water bed and then poor yoddle got bumped in the head by a row boat.
 yoddle was very annoyed because he had scared everyone.
shouting and roaring and getting very cross indeed about being disturbed.
they knew not to go near the lake, so he rose up out of the water big and mighty with big flashy lights shining  on him there were senor lights on the moon!
then yoddle in his big gruff voice shouted out WHAT IN THE NAME OF BAJAZUS ARE YOU DOING HERE?!!!! DID YOU NOT SEE THE SIGN??? I have it a hundred feet by 200 feet high...KEEP OUT! KEEP AWAY! FECK OFF! DO NOT DISTURB THE MIGHTY YODDLE! ARE YA FORGIEN OR SOMETHING?
he was very annoyed as he had been dreaming of eating cotten candy and it had lodged it self under his nose like a moustache. as yoddle could not grow one it had been a very delightful dream. now he was awake had a bump on his head and no mustash he was very annoyed VERY VERY ANNOYED! to now be surveying a small crooked little man in a bright purple boat.Who was this lunatic and did he want  to be eaten?
AHEMMMMMM the crooked man cleared his throat out belted a very very feminie voice, OHHHhhh  Don't eat eat yoddle I have been cursed with this very high pitched voice my name is pistashio I grown the moustache for all i know you can help me with my prediciment.
Yoddle looked at the crooked little man decided he wanted a mustash and this squeeky voiced crooked little man could help him and it would be like eating a boomarang anyway
Look you mr pistashio how do you suspect me to help you?
OHHH YODDLE YOU MUST CLIP OF YOUR MAGIC TOENAIL AND BOIL IT IN A STEW FOR ME TO CHEW THEN I WILL SOUND AS GRUFF AS YOU.
my magic toenail for a moustache? yoddle pondered the thought he would be able to have a moustache, a real life moustache, not just magicing his nose hair to grow very very long it looked like a moustashe but it really wasn't and he couldn't breath through his nose so it wasn't very practical some might say it was dangerous.
 yoddle got abig old saw of mr jonson who lived up the tree by the lake, yoddle didn't mind mr jonson as he was very grumpy and very smelly so people didn't dare go past the tree as they fainted with the smell.
 so yoddle thought him useful security even.
 yoddle set about sawing his toenail off, it was a big lumpy toenail he had been cultivating it for years, then he got a pot and boiled it up it took several days to get it soft enough to eat,
 when it was done he gave a bowl of it to mr pistashio and mr pistashio chewed and chewed and slowly slowly he talked and then out came a very very gruff voice AHHHHH I CAN SAY I SHALL FIX THE CAR AND PEOPLE WILL BELIVE ME!
oh very well yoddle said to he, you must keep up your end of the bargin mr pistashio,
Oh yoddle you now have the power to grow your moustashe, and out from under yoddles nose hairs started sprouting, one by one till a very delightful bushy moustache appeared.
turns out yoddle had the power to all the time only he had been using his power to grow a big lumpy toenail which was making him cross.
yoddle took down the sign and all the village people came to swim and frollick in the lake and yoddle won a moustashe compition and was very happy
the end.

A new version of yoddle god of the lake. it might change again.....

And the clip clop fell down past my feet,
beam energy take me home,
the creators took time and I took time to look
holds an over all fragile beauty in thought, 
spit fire sparks 
we build our own tornados 
and do we spin out like a light?
wailer soul tissue
rippled through the breast plate
howling lost dogs in the park, 
jakie healy ray vibes,
and up out of the cloud cover awake a new day,

who invited us to the show? fuck fish, funnels for throats

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.

The weather frustration is keeping us indoors, 
to stare out windows and become clawy 
prison count down lines till sun 
we are no more friends become enemys to pass the time, 
the rain muted through double glazing a passive beat 
background noise on repeat  
vapping is the new smoking I read as I smoke
I am behind the times 
I surrendered to nicotine plumes 
not humidity flavored vapors 
collecting holy water in naggins 
and ribbons to cure ya

humidity flavored vapors

Your explanation for you is far flung from this creation space 
I looked pondered a while and gave up
who masks the masked crusader who flung out the wit of thirty 3 and a
half? 
what notion took flight into the thoughts of the midnight hour to take you and spin you up into a wonder that lasted all night and into next week
 
We were alone in the cupboard of arseholes and might

We laughed merrily at the masters of this right wrong who the hell belongs

Being slightly ostentatious in the ways a pedantic way of carting around ideas and flinging them out at you

Like your careless with your brain power,

Your knowledge,

Your way of seeing.

To stand over an dictate, to throw fort sarcastic wit,

Put down the years you have walked this earth

With your eyes wide open.

Your emotions felt and delved into laboriously mulled over an made sense of as best you could,

No one can feel what you feel

There is the self inserted out there walking around 

Throwing cation to the wind and ignoring the blinding obvious 

We all make mistakes….. we do

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

Miniature zebra