Lazy Saturday afternoon

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Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2007 1:13 pm

2 hours in traffic to go 35 km last night, I got every tractor and truck in West Meath in front of me,
3 towns (?) between me and work, single lane,
good news, I got a promo, obscene amounts of �'s
bad news, no time left during the week to play with the lads
Good news, weekends free
bad news, all I have to do is read all the posts, Stickys, send more gay pron pics to Tunde, tell Philios that I'm working on getting his insurance money through all the branches
I should be cleaning up the squat
I can find the puter still, is there anything else I need, the fry pan still sits, greasy and forlorn upon the hot plate, with the remnants of yesterdays dinner remaining
Went to the Mall, still trying to chat up the girl in the phoist ofighe, she's so much like off men, I may have a chance,
rambling along, got a few new cd's from MWIR radio, Gaelic Storm, and a DVD promo edition,
Waiting to hear back from Tunde, I sent him some really NSFW gay fisting pics, with my ususal come on, I know you're gay, just admit it, you'll feel better when you do letter
Philios is an idiot, so many of us baiting, and he keeps replying to the most outrageous shite
I'm going to kill my character in the next couple of weeks, falling off a 1500 foot drop-off, then he can deal with the secretary trying to make sense of all the paperwork
I need a life
I had one once
I think
I remember a beach, sand, soft surf washing up along the shore, a fire burning slowly in a pit,
surf rods in holders, lines strung out into the sea
ach,
Led Zepplin playing at Western Springs, Robert Plant's vocals echoing in the darkness, Jimmy Page picking his way to heaven
Sonny Terry and Brownie Maghee at the His Majestys off Queen Street
U2 at the MCG in Melbourne, feeling the Great Southern Stand vibrating under our feet
Catching a 4' stingray at Philip Island,
Standing in 3' of snow on some Alaskan Highway, to get a picture of frozen waterfalls
Frozen chips of icebergs, grey, white drift down with the tide in Turnagain Arm
White tail deer on the roadside in Virginia
Manassass Battle Field, and there rode Jackson, like a Stone Wall
Saw where Michael Collins fell, the lonely hills and fields lay silent still
the bullet and cannon gouges in the columns on Sackville Street, now renamed O'Connell
The Boyne flows clear into the sea
but my love is fairer than ever
NewGrange sits upon it's rise, I saw it from afar
from Lough Crewe one solstice morning,
My spirit knows the way to Cape Reianga,
I took it there so long ago
to see the pohutukawa cling to the rock
living on your western shores,
saw summer sunsets
asked for more
I stood by your Atlantic sea
And sang a song
for Ireland