I sat and ate breakfast, my second in as many hours, and came to the realisation that there would be no revolution. It was the type of breakfast which happened after 50 hours of work in a week; tired and unsatisfying. Orange citrus burned an ulser in my mouth. The supplementary coffee blew through, too … Continue reading Revolution
King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard
The Irishman and other stories
This is in place of anything original which I should be writing. It will be a series of mini-reviews interspersed with recent findings on various topics which I have negotiated recently. Mainly they tread along the line of TRUTH. As I write this I may be able to adequately mop the various thoughts spilling from … Continue reading The Irishman and other stories