Mas Tortas Para los Trabajadores
Meditations on Life, Love, Revolution, and Evolution from the foolpump Research Institute
I sit on the sea wall beneath the Roger Casement statue. I look out onto Dublin Bay toward Sandy Cove. I can see the James Joyce Martello Tower at the end of the curling shoreline about a quarter mile away. I think I see the Forty Foot, too. But I’m not sure.
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The first bomb killed her sister, She had to be careful now, as she clicked the wires into place...
Belfast Horizontal rain No soft drops in this place
This is a Belfast lass who performs under the name BEATRICE.
"Ock! The experience is just the seed," he says, "The story. Well, echhh, the story, 'icc, that's, ccup, the tree."
My rather cranky reaction to an NYT Op-Ed........ Nice to read another diatribe from a high priest of Mammon.
Birds sing high on a wire, in the trees, from rooftops. They speak of things unbeknownst to me...
That third tree down the left-hand side of the alley below my fourth floor window looks like Robert the Bruce.
A party you say...?
Mas Tortas Para los Trabajadores 