The Cellar Door is open

2007-11-19T23:10:00.000Z

It hit 37 degrees today with no saviour sea breeze to beat off the unflinching light. The heat is so much that all I can do is sit naked on the bed in front of our too-small fan and think about all the things I should be getting done that can't get done because of the sweaty afternoon sludge. Even now I am a mask of perspiring ooze. To sit outside means dealing with flies and swatting at my

You fucking whackjob.

2007-11-07T06:01:00.001Z

Ok. So it was a dark and flappy-windy night in St. Kilda and I was astrollin' home from the local supermarket with one of them cartons of wine (2ltrs) cradled in my arm As I was leaving, I spied a guitarist of the past 30 hippie variety weighed down with booze of his own at the door and we got to talking about how much I missed playing guitar, if there were any stores around here, that sorta gas

It's the lonely yearn to roar out your voice across the planes, and hear the wonder of an echo back from nature.

2007-11-07T05:41:00.000Z

So we've been in our little studio and are settling in. Melbourne's wintry lull is blowing itself out outside us and is preventing us from enjoying the best of the place for now. There is a sharp Southpole bite to the wind here as we are living a block or two from the beach. St. Kilda is a friendly place where the streets seem to smile at you as you stroll down them. It's a million miles from

Resting, leaving, travelling, finding something and then that great feeling that returns to being just beyond reach.

2007-10-14T09:47:00.001Z

On then, from Nimbin, we drove to Byron bay. We had breakfast in Lismore on the way, surveying yet more of the damage and getting out quick from that unpleasant little berg. We planned to stay in Byron bay, in a nice little hotel, but couldn't find a one when we arrived and logged on the Internet to look them all up. So we were slightly defeated, and

Promised Land is sometimes more than a cheap bottle of nice Australian wine, but equally as fleeting.

2007-10-14T09:44:00.001Z

We had a lovely late breakfast in Post Macquarie and got back, a bit browbeaten, into the car and the familiar rhythm of fifth gear driving on straight lines. It was hard to keep our happiness up. So we decided, fuck it, no matter how long it takes or how hard we have to drive, it's Nimbin time, ASAP. So we took the main highway on to Sydney, about

Day two, the raggedy-anne-doll feeling of just being.

2007-10-14T09:41:00.000Z

Well it's day two of the great Australia drive 2007 and we managed to hit another 600km, driving on and off from 9:30 until 6:30. I woke up too early, with red eyes from tiredness and the eternal flap flap of insects getting too much to bear for my changeable mood. It was just strange, really strange, to wake up and have to wait ten seconds until

day one. On the road. (Guess where I got that title from)

2007-10-14T09:27:00.000Z

Another crazy day in Australia passes into inky dark night. I write this from room 27, on 93 Auburn st., in a place called Goulburn in New South Wales, another new state to add to my collection, town population 20,000 odd of died-in-the wool Aussies and not a backpacker, tourist, traveller or Irish bar in sight. We are in a motel room, about 25

Farewell

2007-10-14T09:25:00.000Z

Last night, as we stared from our apartment at the courtyard and smoked cigarettes that the signs in the apartment told us not to, Sarah put her arms around me and said something like: "Imagine all the others that have come before us. Imagine the Irish on the boats, the coffin ships, leaving and knowing they would never come back."And it's true. I have money, and air travel to return me to the

Short update

2007-10-13T03:14:00.000Z

Sorry for the delay in updates. It's been a long trip and I am taking the weekend to recover and collect thoughts. That notwithstanding, I have more, loads more to post up, but I will have to post it all up in one massive blob again, such is the stop-start nature of any internet connection.But yes, I havent stopped or run out of steam or stories just yet. Hopefully, monday or tuesday brings smoo

The tide changes.

2007-10-05T11:08:00.000Z

Finally I feel like we are pushing on with this trip again! In truth, the past few days have been filled with lugubrious conversation of what to do next as the clouds in our soul came and went as frequently as the spring weather confuses the locals here. But its time to stop beating myself up and give myself yet another break, otherwise what is the

Melbourne.

2007-10-04T07:10:00.000Z

The place feels like it got spawned when Dublin got drunk and fucked Paris, and then Paris took steroids and smoked throughout the pregnancy.Its a fantastic muscular sprawl of a place, full to the brim of Australians, Asians, Asian-Australians, Aborigines, Greeks, and about three black people. Mullets are common place, as are lesbians, gays, emos and freaks and the underlying cold politeness

Smokes! Lets go!

2007-10-03T09:00:00.000Z

Well that was a 2 days of travel I won't soon forget.I hate packing things up. I particularly hate trying to stevedore an entire life into my huge backpack without its seams bursting.There were few extra possessions that I needed to lynch into it, a shirt, a book from City Lights, some guide books, and tat (receipts, bart tickets, museum tickets etc.) for memories, but the backpack just seems to

There are no dirty cars in California.

2007-09-28T03:20:00.001Z

I'm sittting in the hotel, slightly freaking about Melbourne whilst sipping good Californian wine and hoping to get a bit drunk to ease the worry that has plagued me ever since I set out on my own in life, at 17.You know you have a problem when even your 16 year old brother is texting you telling you not to be so worried about things, and of course, he is right.But just as certain is the fact

The heat is finally on.

2007-09-27T21:59:00.000Z

We got up late this morning. It was nice to sleep in but I was still cranky before breakfast. Coffee resurrected me. We had booked tickets to Alcatraz on the ferry and had to get to Pier 39 by 1 to make the trip. It was only 11, so we ambled down Chestnut to the touristy cusp of San Francisco, Fisherman's Wharf. The heat was fierce, about 30 degrees, so we stayed on the shady side of the street

I'm good to go.

2007-09-27T21:38:00.000Z

We spent the day kinda out of it.I wanted to go to the Exploratorium, a hands-on type science museum for doubting Thomas's of physics. We got there at about 11 after another morning in which i got up early feeling strangely refreshed even though I drank that wine last night and stayed up late after another exhausting day.For some reason I only need 7 hours sleep now and I'm good to

Hippie with vet bills and cute dog. Please give generously.

2007-09-27T21:24:00.000Z

The day started well. We got breakfast in the same place we had eaten for the two previous days.I think it's just important for Sarah and I to have a breakfast place, I'm pretty sure we will probably get one in Melbourne pretty quickly.Its true what they say, I'm totally capable of eating the exact same meal for breakfast until I die.As long as that thing is crispy hash, bacon, two eggs, sausage

The tighty whitey mighty fighty.

2007-09-27T21:22:00.003Z

Today we spent the day like real tourists. We strolled through Union Square and up on into China town. It was bustling, the air was full of exotic smells and the streets were swelled with Chinese people. The 4 or 5 blocks of China Town we walked through had the heaviest footfall of anywhere in the City.It's a great place. Everyone there is respectful and cheerful, and apologetic when they

Friends!

2007-09-27T21:22:00.001Z

We met up with Cormac and Meg after a half an hour or so of uncomfortable waiting around outside the BART station. After seeing some of the worse elements of the Mission, and also having experienced the red-eyed lunacy that long distance air travel can reduce to you, I thought it would be better to meet them and escort them to the hotel, to save them the thinking about where to go with no sleep

Turtles must have sore backs.

2007-09-27T18:38:00.000Z

We checked out from the La Luna inn on Lombard after waking up at 8am again.I was really sorry to leave.The relative luxury in the place made a nice comfort blanket.It protected me from the worst of the early homesickness, and also seemed a safe haven from the outside world.I love a cocoon, and I was definitely a little apprehensive about moving to the Mission district, even if it was only for 2

Day One San Fran

2007-09-21T04:19:00.000Z

The haight is dead man. The homeless generations that marched there have finally rolled their death knell, given up, passed the pipe and now works as a waitress in a Mc. Donalds downtown. Don't bother telling me what you're thinking. I'm 24 and its 2007. As long as I can remember, the word "hippie" has been an insult. A joke. It's just another byword for kitsch, an

x=?

2006-02-28T15:14:00.000Z

Spent most of today looking for answers. Here are some I want to share, but I havent found the right one. Honest to god. Words let me down now."If somebody thinks they're a hedgehog, presumably you just give 'em a mirror and a few pictures of hedgehogs and tell them to sort it out for themselves. "Douglas Adams"He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it

Why Megatron is more important than God.

2006-02-21T10:25:00.000Z

Its a crisis of lost words. Its strange, i never thought I would be one of those people who dont have something to say. I cant quite turn the phrase anymore. Im missing the dick and balls of the story. I think Im looking for a white elephant.http://www.anime-link.com/mysteriousgold/So instead of worrying what to say, and what not to say, and hyping every decision, and reacting badly to changes,

2005-12-22T14:18:00.000Z

"What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's goodbye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies." Part 2, Chapter 8

My helpful comments for O2's web design team.

2005-12-10T21:58:00.000Z

I am writing to you with the news that I am delighted, ecstatic, over-the-moon, because I no longer ever, ever have to use your horrendous website. Not ever again. And I truly and honestly am delighted by this.For a good 4 fears of having an o2 mobile phone, and an Email account with you, I have suffered through your website (or is it websty?), for the dubious benefits of free email, and free

Whats past still present in future.

2005-10-25T09:17:00.000Z

Things are more like they are now than they have ever been.Gerald R. FordAt Christmas, when the gawdy banners shake,Or easter when winter weather breaks,Or in the summer as the sun lets fly,I will love you,I will always try.When dawn cracks the grey of sleepless nights,And tired leper eyes face the daylight,And life seems too far away to run,I will love you, till hope cracks through the sun.When

2005-10-03T14:50:00.000Z

Dawn cracks and the sky is grey,The writings clearly on the wall.As strangers look the other wayI stop and stare and hope and stall.If I never move again, it willForce them all to see like me,How time can simply stand stock still,How perfect moments could ever be.No movement then, except a smile,A statue's nameless ode to love,A heart that treats me like a child,A sense of something great above,

Virginity

2005-09-28T14:07:00.000Z

I posted back her flower. A tiny dried iris, crumpled and earthy, slowly rotting away to nothing. She gave it to me years ago. We were 16 when she left it in my bed. She was throwing it away anyway, so I took it.But later, when that time was over, and we grew up, we realised what love was. And how much we weren't in love.I really didn't understand how expensive that commodity was.We broke up. And

2005-09-24T20:52:00.000Z

The cold air cuts my eyes.My vision swirling red,And I walk through it,Lost and easily led.The future lies in ruins,While I destroy the past,The war is over, You have won,It has beaten me at last.But loss will always save the day,Kicking me hard where it hurts,As I lay blinded in the mud,My mouth the taste of blood and dirt,Where a broken smile slowly appears,Because my time is almost done,Done

2005-09-19T22:16:00.000Z

Let dawn rise over the garden gate.Let the sun come rumbling through.Feel the world at tilt and turnShaking off the morning dew.Kiss me before the moments lostClose to your heart where I matter most.What matters at all when time has lost,And what matters least can hurt the most.

Lyrics

2005-09-05T22:18:00.000Z

I watched him as he blew out the candle and then left quietly.He was there when we arrived, alone at a table for two."This used to be our table" he told the waiter, who stared at him and then left. I knew what he meant, he was just too tired to make any sense. I could see it in his eyes. anyone could. He sat alone for two hours, and left his salad and whiskey untouched.His face hid fresh pain. An

Plan B? We have a Plan B?

2005-08-25T21:49:00.000Z

I thought of another escape. Panic slithered up my spine as my stomach churned with the poison I had fed it. Everything was mixing too much and I didnt like it.This firework had just exploded.I pictured myself driving across south america, and oh yeah I could feel it. Gringo, and the women. And the mota... Or walking through Japan, lumbering across the country as life sped by in a haze of neon.

Cleanout: A plug in a trap or drain pipe that provides access for the purpose of clearing an obstruction.

2005-08-11T20:13:00.000Z

The clackalack was torture now.Dulled jingling and jangling forcing its way through my head, oscillating fiercely so I couldn’t think. Eyes bleary, rubbed-red and grating; work had been a nightmare. I daydreamed away the day and nothing had been done.This job is killing me. There’s too much on the table now, the deal so close to its conclusion and so much left to do, and what then? I knew that

A placebo where a smile should be.

2005-08-08T19:29:00.000Z

Rain pelted the windscreen as I squinted into the distance.Dread crawled in every direction. Black and dirty muddy reds slowly reached up through the grey, fighting, like anger and depression, for the brunt of my attention. Trees flitted by, out of focus, the wind heckling through the leaves.Driving though, and I didnt want to let go of these feelings. Too powerful to let go of.This time, anger

Coughing up cough medicine

2005-07-13T11:37:00.000Z

No signposting destiny.No directions to fate.No closer to getting nowhere.No fortune cookies, No tarot readings, No insights, no plans,Just long, lazy days of nothingness blinking one to the next.Occasionally marked out in pain, sometimes with aggravation, always sanding and grating the soul.But mostly just an unspoilt calm slick as I slide from day off to day off, mildly sedated, entirely

2005-07-01T12:25:00.000Z

The heart beats a quick life,And stops prematurely.About 17 times a day.Balancing on a slick knife,stepping precariously,Always the wrong way.The candle quickly snubbed out,No dancing flame is left,A shortened life to fly with us,Its wings flitting bereft.But moments of sweet sunshineBurnt into the horizon,Following flights of angels,Prompting this decision.Fly away little starling, fly away.

Magyar Porszag

2005-06-29T18:34:00.000Z

I got this postcard yesterday. It was addressed to someone else, someone I dont live with, so I read it anyway. Some pictures of places I havent been to but look nice. A name and address, some kind words. So unimportant that it doesnt even need to be private. My life. Wish you were here.Yeah, sum it up in three sentences, so nobody needs to really know. Nice weather, everybody happy, See you

Do not gently into that good night...

2005-06-26T14:28:00.000Z

How could it be different,When we have always been at war.Nothing else has ever been,Nor could be anymore.Those grey dawns are so fleeting,So easy to lose touch,And I haven't been too grateful,Or helped you very much.I wish that I was better,in everything I do.But I will try much harder.I wont surrender you.If only it was easy,like it used to be before,To wake up in the morning,And not be dressed

No strings attached.

2005-06-21T13:49:00.000Z

Whispy clouds garnished the sky as I lay there with my eyes shut. Vivid blobs of red floating across my eyelids from the piercing blades of the sun. If only I could get her out of my head. Just looking back, and man, I was treated so badly. I was treated with so much disrespect. I never knew anyone could scream so much. It shocked me.So I had to stop her.Just two days later though, they came. I

Dreaming of you.

2005-06-11T18:36:00.000Z

It's incredibly dark. No noise except for distant breezes, and misdirected noises, breathing, creaking, the everyday groans of the house's pains and pleasures. The cup blinked. In so much as a cup could seem sleepy, this one did. It had been dormant for some 45 years. In a flash he remembered his past, the balance, the triumphs and failures. No emotion now, only determination."Every resurrection

Why would you turn on a broken TV?

2005-06-08T19:11:00.000Z

I existed in a place far away from my body. It had been sluiced through by rays of light hitting the blinds on my window and exploding all over me. It lay, for a brief time, in seventeen unmoving pieces smouldering in the shadows. My spirit, ever so briefly, soared far far above your heads, far above consciousness and above a viewable dimension darting from unreality to unreality until there

If only I could say what I really meant, and not have to use a language.

2005-06-07T18:50:00.000Z

Deeply mistrustful of my own words.For they dont tell you how I feel.It purges me! This urge to write,But not a vowel of this is real,Except I.Because it isnt real.All of this, a pretty lie.This isnt what I'm trying to say,Even right now, even these words.The meanings lost along the wayFrom the heart to the mouth to the world.And language is our tool, our sword,Blunted by these ambiguous

Every fret of my guitar is marked with a bruise from my life with it. I hope some day I'll remember them all.

2005-06-06T14:39:00.000Z

I remember when I scratched fret one.In my heart and soul I didnt care,the mirror grimaced at what I'd done,Then returned my impassive stare.One absent minded night at home,strumming to death when drunk and alone.Stared at the mirror, lost in its eyes.Frustrated more with each sound I made,And watching the dawn's sun slowly rise.A finale on the 2nd fret,a bent and broken string.That came too

Dendrite Squash

2005-06-02T13:54:00.000Z

I just poured sugar on my chips. From a sugar jar, versus salt from a salt cellar. There could be no way of rationally confusing the two. This is after losing my mobile phone battery for 20 minutes before checking my mobile to see if it was there. I have also had a combined total of fuck all sleep in the last three days on top of a weekend consisting entirely of sleeping. I've been on three calls

Good reason not to fall asleep on a Mobile phone mast on top of a tall building when you're incredibly totally wasted.

2005-06-02T10:42:00.000Z

Woke up incredibly late. I just lay there. My mind was bruised, thoughts still soggy from last night. Last night. I closed my eyes and tried to let my thoughts marinate for a few minutes. Tried to put a clear picture of the night before in my head. I rolled over and rubbed my eyes, and decided I had to force myself up, had to go to the bathroom. I put both feet down and jumped off the bed,

The oblivious beginning of the end of the start.

2005-06-01T14:12:00.000Z

Hello World!

Apologies

2005-05-24T07:34:00.000Z

He turned, looked up, and apologised.Stared at the heads in front of himDreamt of the hatred he felt for them.As all life ran from his drawn pale eyes.Until there was no life left.And he knew, without telling to a soulThat there was no coming back from this.He clenched and unclenched his wrinkled fist.But theres no power left, from the tip to the wristAnd no time left to ever make his mark.What

What do you REALLY want?

2005-05-20T13:02:00.000Z

Just walking to work and was pondering a couple of different dream of ideas regarding the kind of writing I want to do.I wonder about the books that speak to us the most. The books that we read and re-read and fall in love with more as we learn more. Im talking about for me, On the Road, the Great Gatsby, The Bell Jar, 1984, Brave New world, the big stuff. But everyone has different tastes. For

What the fuck is so fucking interesting about some cunt buying a football club?

2005-05-14T14:11:00.000Z

Ever since I had any interest in sport I have been a manchester united fan. It was Mark Hughes' fault. He scored an impossible goal against Oldham in the FA Cup Semi final in the last minute of extra time to bring man united back to one one and force the game to a replay. Pretty much one of those most intense moments that can happen in soccer, when the will of millions of people seems to push the

Nothingness

2005-05-13T12:41:00.000Z

I'm quitting work. Soon. Well I hope so anyway.Slowly killing me you see.Need more time off than any job can give me I fear.Just went into UL on the lunch break with some guys from work. Didnt realise how much I missed just having the freedom to make your own decisions about when you work.Wanting to live the dream of doing... nothing!

I am soooooo bored.

2005-04-26T19:48:00.000Z

Nothing ever seems to bore me more than anything to do with having to work till some god forsaken time on a tuesday evening in the middle of limerick. I work in a teeny tiny Industrial estate, without about 3 other people, two dogs, a tenacious window-loving spider and a large mountain to the left. So every tuesday evening I find myself here until, 6, 7, 8, 9 or 10 at night, and beyond boring, it

New Pope Mobile driver wanted.

2005-04-20T10:25:00.000Z

Just had a look at the new Pope's profile. He's 423 years old, which is as old as Noah. His first words were ""Dear brothers and sisters, after the great Pope John Paul II, the cardinals have elected me — a simple, humble worker in the vineyard of the Lord." Now these were his first words as a pope, not his first words as a human but still. Problem number one, even he thinks he's simple. The

60 seconds of weird

2005-04-17T15:04:00.000Z

Its hard to argle bargle nouseWith a sheeps cock in your mouth.And if the sheep should come on you,You'd spit and say "HA!" and "Moo!"Cos that sheep deserves to beFreaked by cowshit in his pee.

New Format

2005-04-17T14:13:00.000Z

Very dull sunday today. So I redesigned and cleaned house. The comments section is now sweeter, there's a bit more hyper linking and the nav is much smooter.I think its like when a girl gets dumped and she like gets a completely radical haircut. My Blog is feeling Cumshat on. so it's thinking kinda like me, kinda like:Im a pretty good version of the person you think I am.I do a mean impression of

Ire

2005-04-16T14:36:00.000Z

The hub-bub of voices stings at this stage. Up periscope for a second, poking my head out over my desk to stare at the expanse of office, bodies, calls, limbs and conversations. I cant pick out any individual words over the turmoil and noise anymore, I've stopped listening. Far far away, a million miles away and less than a tenth of a millimetre from my ear some voice is explaining some problem I

Walking after you.

2005-04-02T16:03:00.000Z

My feet played a symphony on the broken cobbles. Crunch click, crunch click. It was all I could focus on as I was strolling towards home. Its like my brain wouldnt let me think big. Wouldnt let me figure anything out except Crunch Crunch Crunch, the sound of my feet on the gravel, all my weight pushing down on the world. Halfway from home as the drizzle rolls down my neck and fogs up my glasses.

1 minute of weird

2005-04-01T15:29:00.000Z

Starts....... now!There is no future like your future when you wake up on your day off at half two in the afternoon, have frosties for breakfast and then cant leave the house until you iron your simpsons socks. Im logging off now. No more work for me. Till tomorow, Let me introduce you

Whatever the fuck you mean to say, say it.

2005-03-28T13:13:00.000Z

Im also in two minds about how to proceed with this Bloggy wog thing. I mean, am I really getting anything out of it? I suppose I am feeding the desire to write that used to flow up my spine and into my brain so furiously, but I dont even know it thats worth fuelling anymore. Im sitting here, aged 21, too close to 22, tapping away but completely and totally nowhere in the wordsmith stakes. Where

Fast times, but not at ridgemont high.

2005-03-09T19:34:00.000Z

Yes, thats right, another 60 seconds of weird. Instead of streaming words at you really quickly that make no sense, Im going to impressively end this quickly with just one statement. Sometimes life is a full box of fags, perfectly encased in plastic, so nice that you'd dream about them and drool. Sometimes though, its a tipped up ashtray all over your pants with 20 fag butts in it.No need to

1 minute of weirdness

2005-03-06T11:01:00.000Z

I don't know.And what I don't want to know I dont know anymore."Moving on, Moving on, Moving on" like a bad song stuck in my head at this stage.Lost count of all the things that I wasnt supposed to do that weren't my fault.Like "see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil" Doesnt stop the evil, it just stops it effecting you.Or something. Or something. Good name for a rock opera. Ten seconds left in

Mp3

2005-03-05T13:19:00.000Z

Hey hey again. Still getting used to flowing on this blog, you know, effective humorous bullshit in ten minutes or less? At the moment Im struggling with ideas, and I dont want to redesign, because then I'd be one of those custom blog losers, when all I want out of this blog is a random rant diary that I hope nobody ever reads. But yeah, have to have a quick mention to the main shit in my life

DownSide me!

2005-03-05T11:53:00.000Z

Block your ears now.Visualise a small part of the world, and then turn it upside down.Lets say for example what I chose, an upside down bridge, with the river over your head, and the suspension holding you up spread out below you. This road is leading to an inverted castle,in through the out door, down the up stairs, Step onto the bedroom cieling, And say, I am comfortable here. Say it three more

2005-03-04T11:48:00.000Z

Hey. I am getting completely, COMP-FUCKING_LETELY fed up with being so depressed for so long for what I can only really define as no reason. I have been a fully functional adult on this earth for let me see, about two years now, and I am already thrown into depression at where I see myself going, or not going in life. I have only just arrived as an adult! Up until I was at least 15, I never ever

2005-02-24T15:09:00.000Z

Kinda hard to be down about Hunter thompson dying. something like "too crazy to live, too rare to die" being bullshit, because no matter how rare and wonderful a flower you are, it might at some point seem like a good idea to buy two bottles of JD and introduce mr. bullet to mr. temple. I dont really feel mortality from it, or like he learned any lessons from it either. He just seemed to live

2005-01-13T13:09:00.000Z

I have taken numerous pro-active steps so far. The car is now in my name, Im waiting on a call for my drivers license and I have checked insurance quotes. Other than that, I have had the worst stats of any team member in my job for the last three weeks, so theres another proactive step towards getting fired and getting another job, if even in a destructive way. Other than that I have been

2005-01-02T09:30:00.000Z

Hello Nobody! Just randomly decided to re-open the blog. Im tired, its been a long year so far, and Im currently in O2, on a sunday, since 9 o clock, working answering phones for a living. See now I can take this as a reference point for the first real day of 2005, and maybe then I can see where I am and who I am by the end of this. Im getting a car soon. Thats one of the major signs of adulthood

2004-05-25T10:36:00.000Z

Roars of triumph echo As the future stretches on. We feel like we have time to ride, This precious lifeline, on and on. But already this triumph is weakened by time, So close to the end but with little to gain, We sit and reflect and reason and rhyme, What shame on our shoulders makes timeless again. Take me home but there is none. Or let me watch as it tumbles on down. And weep in the ashes of

2004-05-21T10:37:00.000Z

In the event that everyone we know is re-incarnated and they happen to return as fruit or vegetable, the following are my suggestions as to the vegetable that you would be most comfortable being: Cormac : Potato Cian : Broccoli Sarah Lyons: Grape Marie : Blackberry Diane : Red Apple Nick: Tomato / Kiwi fruit Kevin : Gherkin Sarah : Peach Roni : Red Chilli Pepper Hamish : Aubergine

2004-04-19T08:56:00.000Z

A square shaft of bright light over The calm rants of the crazy gone. The best poetry in the world Flies on the back of fire-flies. And we can never follow What flies in the trail of fire-flies. I am higher than all of you. I am higher than all of you. I am higher than all of you. This is a wave. What’s happening to you Outside reality theres the infinity One or everything. It’s a word that

2004-04-06T10:22:00.000Z

Rancour lives with me. With cold stares when I look away. And he won't leave. So... we get to talking each day. I found him hidden under old clothes and memories. Talking about the rain, that was slicing through the trees. He seems to like slow music, And talk of times past, And how I've led myself away, And how I'm coming last. at worst there's hell and fire, At best a tear and tale, And

2004-03-08T15:04:00.000Z

This is all you need in your pockets to have a fun life: Left jacket pocket: Watch made out of candy. Blue pen. Right jacket pocket: White rizla, red rizla, green swan and red swan. One whammy bar. One twix. One snickers. Inside jacket pocket: Whiskey / beer / anything stash. Being a skobe I find I like to use coke bottles for my alcohol. Left trousers pocket: Phone Keys Cigarettes timetable

2004-03-08T15:01:00.000Z

Hewwo. I know nothing about computers. But every day they make me walk up three flights of stairs to look out a window watching a load of cars park. And soon they won't let me visit cancer town any more. It's my most beloved of all towns. I don't really care, it looks like they're giving me a great big degree in it. I mean the fridge. I mean I.T. Whoopeeee!!!!! I think other semesters I have been

2004-02-19T12:18:00.000Z

CHello folkses. Did u know that they have to build the boat house? Apparently if it gets voted in, it has to be done unless they have another referendum! For the benefit of four clubs. And why does a mountain bike club want a boat house? And does the Sub Aqua club even exist? You know that noise when the scientist turns into the Hulk? Something along the lines of MAFUFANGHHHHAAAARRRRR! They're

2004-02-18T16:44:00.000Z

To whom it may concern, The final draft version of the Boathouse Memorandum of Understanding between ULSU and UL is available for viewing in the offices of Gemma Nolan, Class Reps Development Officer and Paul Lee, Clubs & Societies Development Officer. The memorandum has been agreed between representatives of the Students' Union, the 4 Clubs involved in the Boathouse Project namely the Kayak,

2004-02-11T10:49:00.000Z

I got a record player yesterday! And a few old 45's as well. Found it for 15 yoyo in a second hand store, and have been smiling like a fool ever since. I think the truly cool thing about vinyl is how much they were loved. I mean, a cassette is a medium through which to play music, but people don't really give a shit about tapes, throw them anywhere, lose them easily, record Mariah carey albums

2004-01-28T14:37:00.000Z

Oh how absently mindedly wise one can be when trying to avoid working on one's FYP. Have been snooping around live journals for a while. I am intrigued. Pretty much got this blog here to beatch and moan, and it turns out thats the ONLY thing blogs, bloggers, journals and live journals are actually for. But that isnt good, because everyone is off on their own, bitching and moaning, like you do,

2004-01-28T14:14:00.000Z

Hmmmm...... I do like to read mr. Wilson, its just sometimes, all the words fall out of the pages, and start flying, and bugger me if I wasnt nearly killed by a conjunction last night. How come nobody ever answers these polls when they're in the middle of a Bit of Koontz or Grisham as I know we all have done. Kinda an internet extension. Surely everyone knows that they are a different person

2004-01-28T13:16:00.000Z

Yeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaawwwwwww. Let's go n shoot us some injuns tonto. OK Mr. Ranger. Apparently the ULSU is 180 quajillion euro in debt. Do you know why they are 180 quajillion euro in debt? BECAUSE THEY ARE A BUNCH OF MORONS. Let's see. We started off last year and O'broin got sworn in under a storm about pubs closing and opening that he helped create. "O' Broin saves tha Stables" was one

2004-01-22T11:22:00.000Z

Remember me? the shadow. Hacking at your shoulder. Haunted by the future, Trying to take cover. The grey spreads out below me, true master of mediocrity. Clouds form of thoughts lost, looking for another host. Afterglow. Its virtually copyrighted ok. I mean use what u have to use man but afterglow?

2004-01-22T10:10:00.000Z

Rampant anus banging cock sucking dick licking penis pulling, vagina shunning festooned with AIDS goddamn exams

2004-01-22T09:13:00.000Z

Last day of the exams. Sixer in my bag, smoke in my pocket, regardless of what happens I wont know what has happened! Just three hours now, and then an exam and then free. 5th last exam of my life, unless I fail it. Knackers!

2004-01-22T09:11:00.000Z

You will have a bad day today. You will have a bad day today. You will have a bad day today. You will have a bad day today. You will have a bad day today. You will have a bad day today. You will have a bad day today.

2004-01-21T12:49:00.000Z

Yo mama's on my lips, Yo' mama's on my lips, And if you're lucky, I might just infect her corpse with approx 15 deadly and wildly contagious diseases and throw her carcass into the UL coop office, locking the door behind me. We must cull out the herd. I'm talking rampant diseases.

2004-01-21T10:45:00.000Z

Zoom, hung a swift left, perfectly executed. He had to speed up, had to keep going. Now more than ever his life depended on the skills he had spent years honing. And now it was hir first raid, and he was already under heavy fire. Swerving and looping he manages to evade detection, just a second to breathe. He knew as soon as he started moving again they would hear him and redouble their efforts.

2004-01-16T21:14:00.000Z

Think outside the box. Thats how you stopped being a foetus.

2004-01-16T21:02:00.000Z

No smoke without fire. So wet. Clothes dripping, black and grimy. So heavy. My face is covered in something thick... Have to stop and breathe for a second. I really want some smoke. "Man you got a light?" Ooh nice match box. Shame I took a dip in that oil tank. FIRE.

2004-01-16T20:40:00.000Z

My anus is bleeding. My Anus Is Bleeding "His anus is bleeding"said the toilet paper.

2004-01-16T20:26:00.000Z

Nothing clears my mind like a distraction. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Thats what my eyes sound like. Buzz. They're moving too. Its very rhythmic. Buzz Buzz. Everything changed after that day. Buzz. They're called Buzz. My eyes. Well my right eye is called Buzz. My left eye is called Buzz. That day that I walked into that elevator. I didn't know I would only nudge him into my ear. Buzz. Who would have

2004-01-16T12:26:00.000Z

en·tro·py ( P ) Pronunciation Key (ntr-p) n. pl. en·tro·pies Symbol S For a closed thermodynamic system, a quantitative measure of the amount of thermal energy not available to do work. A measure of the disorder or randomness in a closed system. A measure of the loss of information in a transmitted message. The tendency for all matter and energy in the universe to evolve toward a state

2004-01-16T12:24:00.000Z

Apathy and entropy, are together, in perfect harmony. ????????????????????????????????????? How many question marks? How many answers? FREE ASSOCIATION TIME CHILDREN. Peyote Joe likes smoking children, So he went to the neighbours house, and smoked their child, Ben Tenson. He also smoked their hedges. Ten's sister Marlboro turned very red at the prospect.

2004-01-16T12:17:00.000Z

Wella momma wella don't be sad. Wella momma wella that's too bad. I dunno whats going on. In to round two of three exams in three days. In the next 24 hrs I have two. Life sux. Till saturday. Saturday, that's tomorrow. Come tomorrow I will be ok. Dawn air smacks hell into my stomach. Panic after panic crests the waves of pain. I can see no end point, no turning back. Where do men go once

2004-01-16T12:09:00.000Z

Sleep starling, the moonshine felled you, Place your bitter wing at ease, Turned tail and falling out of view, He's sliding gently on the breeze. A leaf that whimpers, Loathe to follow, But, slowly it begins its quest, His rumpling brothers, all in a row, Follow on with hopes to nest. Love has taken wing in me, My flight to fail, but more to grow, And let her wings be clipped and free, Or know

2004-01-16T12:08:00.000Z

Tortured rocks sit jagged like fools. Trying to mock the spray that kills them. Unmoving skies are making all rules, Conjuring seas to collapse and attack them. Howling explosions tell us of deaths, Rubble and shards with weapons are met. Alone a faltering cairn disbands, Holding its brothers ransom on high, And falls in on itself to make it's own grave, A handmade grave marks itself to die.

2004-01-16T12:07:00.000Z

One for a hot girl in the project management exam And follow the angel's eyes I watched her enter, and knew from that, Her eyes on me, a lust bolt forth, A face so new, yet so alone, And angered for being alone. Watched her choose, her perch and nest, And laughed at how I had a chance, And sat herself down next to me, Leading me in this soft dance. But eyesight failed and beauty pailed, Her

2003-06-11T05:47:00.000Z

inciden tally rizzle a jizzle, that smoo rocket related. u never know whose watching whose not at all interested in muscle relaxants.

2003-06-11T05:37:00.000Z

wow. i am drunk. I mean drunk. u have little idea of this level of drunkenness, but i'm pretty sure I shouldnt have a fukin internet connection right now. Anyway, Anyone whose reading this, im pretty sure it's gonna be cormac, sarah, kevin, diane, cian, sarah, , michelle, liselle or sinead, but I really miss u guys!!!!!!! Im catching a flight to san diego tomorrow, which is where i have to try

2003-06-08T01:10:00.000Z

Man. just got back from a baseball game, the San Fran Giants vs. the Detroit tigers. And got to see Barry bonds hit one right out of the park. He is gonna break Babe ruths record, so he's like a god here. We were sitting right over the camera, like the perfect seats, row a seat 1 and 2. And it aint boring at all! It jus tfucking is cool. Yesterday we went to haight ashbury and I bought an ibanez.

2003-06-06T03:28:00.000Z

Hey everyone! Im in san fan fucking cisco! Wanna just mention how much USIT can lick my balls completely. If we dont get a job we should go home inside 20 days. This new rule is applied by the immigration office, which is a strange rule as based on my experiences filling fucking names I never heard of on numerous fucking forms for an hour after I got off a 16 hour travel nightmare involving two

2003-05-26T13:48:00.000Z

Balding fat men ARE attractive.

2003-05-26T13:46:00.000Z

3 exams down 2 to go. And just two short days to drunken-student-finishes-exams-apolooza. And america! AMERICA! Its like a week from now. We have accommodation or some thing, and maybe Ill get a job. Although maybe I'll dip my sac in honey then hold it over a beehive whilst simultaneously crunching my balls with a nutcracker and twisting my own nipples really really hard. as you do. Dumbass

2003-05-16T14:35:00.000Z

I have never to my knowledge in my adult life stood on dogshit. Yet as a child I found myself with dogshit permanently stuck to the sole of my shoe. Is dog shit child magnetic? Maybe if they take out this magnetic active ingredient in dog shit they can study it, and take this child magnetism link in the dna make up of the dog turd, and eventually use it to check DNA strands of child molesters