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Irish weather report.

Your feet will bring you where your heart is
I was away from the man made sounds,
 in a place full of the howls of the winds,
the crash of the waves,
 the clear black night skies full of stars,
 and notions of banshees,
Didn’t seem so ridiculous.
 the grass is a burnt orange from the harsh storms,
 gale force sweeping in from the Atlantic,
 My thoughts are with the stone walls,
 gathered and heaped on,
 stone by stone,
 in a pattern that has stood for a hundred years or more.
 Of turf cut and saved and stacked by the wall,
 for this harsh winter weather,
 burnt in the fire that warms,
My feet.
I love this place and as I repeated a million times,
 I am from Connemara and proud of it,

To the craic with the boys
and the pointy rock
on the salthill prom
rolling around
watching the clouds do a micheal flatley
in the sky
the lough bmxing with brooms
I couldn’t look at my mother
there were sparkles coming out of her head as,
 the man said.


The yellow stain glass windows
casting wisps across faces,
 as the sun comes up to a new day.
I call it the charlies jandice glow,

eamonn gilmores words of wisdom

"never organise an ice-cream strike in winter”
 icecream strikes are very bad in ireland
profound

only in ireland
only in ireland
would the bus be delayed for a massive fish spill
flopping around the road
only in ireland you’d get to have a rave beside a lake
I love this place
is it any wonder everyone and there brother says there from here?
your feet will bring you where your heart is



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"Your feet will bring you where your heart is" patriotic ramblings

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.....

Garden gnome man, mystery of the hat, not pulled around the earlobes, city hall wandering home, Round bread loaf, empty four packet of druids behind fas,
 Princess hairband and picked mushroom on tree stump park land.

Looking and looking and looking and looking and brain malfunction, cart out the notions into a wonderment of footpath cracks and carried away with fragments, we all crack the same way.

Reduced to, the reduced fruit nourishment, blueberries out the eyeballs fill up on vitamins throw the middle finger to the masses. 

And carry forward john wayne in the wild west style.The only way up is up, up out of the cloud cover and bat the eyelids to the world.
 

The shoes became a swimming pool, the feet learned to swim, the road was wandered and wandered. They said there prayers and got holy, and as with all good feet friends they came to there end.

Into the crowd filled odious beast town to partake in the cash dollars transaction.

I have drew pictures and argued with lines, the boss got bet the pictures won the war, till we met again pencil, paper. I am the master and commander of this ship, we will go forward on the path to the future, your coming with me whether you like it or not.

6000 million missions and we carry our mistakes in our pocket to spy on and not make again.

Forward forward forward obstacle’s can hider my bolix.

you with your lawnmower persuasion,

closed peepers….

grin….

dreams of being the pages of a book…

I read in with my open eyes

Its hard been the only living dinosaur

Forked out the road in private bus

gun power mills ballincolig

to colorful canape

Magicians at there craft

films watched

snug as a bug

it was upside down

buckfast is some crazy thing mixed with the 80 glasses of wine we all had

travel sickness trampoline behavior

a tornado of drunks.

zonked in the brain scale, view finder for the eyeballs

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.

http://www.independent.ie/irish-news/full-facts-about-iodine-tablets-a-bitter-pill-to-take-26075654.html http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/europe/ireland/8114327/Let-them-eat-cheese-Irish-government-hands-out-block-of-cheddar-to-every-family.html

A trip down memory laney: Rte and the dail have it in for lactose intolerant people.

summer winter spring? Riots in the rain

I thought I’d carry out an evaluation on the ould weather situation,

I found the written language of the summer earlier and had a read remember the heat lads just about just about.

the last of the winter is gone, well its not, but sure its a new season to complain about, spring got sprung here the place is watery and lively kayaks down the main streets people swimming down oliver plunkett street, lively enough to stop students gyrating around with nothing on, on the thursday sure they’d be like a under water ballet group up to there hips in the lee filth,spring tides and wind, its very windy people are getting swept of there feet and not in a romancing way either. old ladys getting tugged along in dingys crying over spilled holy water. sure theres no point crying over spilled holy water. they should make it a new saying that one. I’ll buck the trend and hope for the best on it. Enda Kenny the primesinister of Ireland is making no more promises, after all he couldn’t keep the last ones. Poverty breeds inventive schemes, the new shopping channel product, tit towel, which is the new breast implant invention, by moi, which is basically a tea towel for €14:99  you stuff inside jumper. I blagged someone in to buying it for a pint. not a big seller. my mini hot water bottle, ear warmer and nose warmer device, which comprised, of two mini hot water bottles stuck to a hairband, with some kinda antenna device hung over your nose with a bit of fluff to warm your nose. no sales as of yet. So next a healer I want to be a healer,and do I be wondering about setting up a business of bating people with sticks, yeah I fecking do! way better than my pope mobile shark aquarium scheme to make money, Sorting out the shark was elusive.And I am not entirely sure I would get a loan to transform a bullet proof pope shifter to an aquarium anyway. in form from the weather the window licking got done a lot, looking at drippy people at the bus stop. umbrellas inside out and dangling from a tree, flapping about like a caught bird. Rain drips painting the window in between its like fireworks on the window, and I sit inside howling and singing and in general I am vocal about the entrapment of the sphere of inside I don’t like it at all, annoying my housemates but sure I have to bounce sound around and sure you don’t have to say anything important. and you continue, to look and see all about you and that is sporadic meandering thoughts going down the cul de sac, not all paths lead to the place you want to be, and not all thoughts are the right ones. over thinkers anonymous. DON’T GO CHASING WATERFALLS! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8WEtxJ4-sh4 Lads it could be worse, could be trying to chasing something made to run. 
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summer winter spring? Riots in the rain

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

its something I have been thinking about and working on, but eventually  working towards a proper full run commentary on my walk through town in tour guide mode, also I am not good at directions so have to figure out ways of explaining the way  to a place. guided by things and stories. The amount of story's I have heard in this city. the most brilliantly bizarre things ever! I was told about the black swans I was told about the drain being a flood thing know its not true but all the more brilliant.

work in progress audio tour of cork.

wandered pub ways to see the foreign landers.
twas full of tornado arms of hugs... lovely buzz.
pretend your in the Bahamas sit under that heat lamp.
Rearrange the place we'll all fit in.
3 euro bemish bellys
And off to the hyper activity house ceiling to floor people
Dangling a bottle of buckfast on a string I said i'd dive right in.
painting inky inky hands
own your madness
live every day like its your birthday
Mixed tangled conversations of a crowed room.
Twisted over head words pulled out and absorbed.
In a manic fashion,
your ears are mixing conversations.
They did what to who?..repeated understood non relevance.
 Onwards and upwards drunken missions next days still intoxicated self..
Allow me the latitude to be frank
My cartoon version of reality
Back to the staring wondered thought in your own head.
Foggy smoking wino faces.
Friday night in eh?
Bed before four.
Stop living in the margins fill the pages in.
.booozeeeeer up whiskey face into town on a fashionable wobble.
I keep my rainbows in a bucket and I fish them out when time does be passing.
did you know Ryan tuberity wears tubberware on his ears
missing buttons swallowed keys and 6000 bruises on my knees.
This is the best time I have ever had
slight exaggeration but actual facts were loosely played on at the time
going to sit on the crescent moon watch the stars shine shine...
 shine on you crazy diamond
going to watch the sun come up
build my brain into a lego formation.
trail away from everything,
and float along on a mystery tour,
going to engage myself in a very en lighting chat with a toaster
and after than I am going to pass out.

stop living in the margins fill the pages in. weekend story.

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

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