lies the man who wanted to be buried alone - and the eye of exile is a fond gaze - a stone insect stands - where the streets converge - its shade cast on pale park bench in a blue lit scene - sawn from the road - if i aint' the beetle on the stove
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and fuck wexford
Anybody here who is single, try this experiment. Don't call, text, email, tweet, or facebook any friends or family and see how long it takes any of them to contact you.
I know that house. My old man used to point it out to me any time we were in Wexford.
The sad thing for me is that this is someone that is not missed by a soul for three months but still goes to all the effort of putting up a tree and decorations.
He looked forward to it, picked the day, made decisions on what should go where.
Maybe had a nice cup of tea as a reward afterwards.
All that for no one but him.
they dont.
Scutter you could always invite me over for egg nog.
Christ I'm reading all this and thinking jaysis are we not only just over Christmas??
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Yeah this thread is making me think I should take down my christmas tree.
I was watching "My So-Called Life" over the weekend. A teenage show that came out when I was 18 in the early 90s. The parents in it were complaining about being 40. Then I realized, fuck me... I'll be 37 in two weeks. How does this shit happen? I was still relating more to the drama filled 15 year old when I could actually have a kid in university right now. That's depressing and slightly terrifying.
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