Lulle Lullay My Precious Thing

TinyMontgomery

Nonsense, it is a light form of surrealism. Even in my drunken state, i am forced to dumb down my strangeness. ****ing Modern Ireland. ****ing Modern Ireland. Pile of *****

aloysiusdedalus

It's not light you tiny mongrel... If it is anything, it is as dark as the sheen of a shadow. I put it to you, my drunken muse, I put it to you, right here right now, I put it to you, that Modern Ireland is not the dull place that you claim it to be. Oh ho ho no, Miss Gomery. Oh no, dear me, no. It is a chapel of the future times, a collossus, a conquistador, a knight crafted from the dreams of a nation's hood... The cars and trees of a free nation. It is at once a republic and three times a lady. Her name, is Eiru. Would you diss this ho? You're mistaken my boy to engage in such dissin'...
Who you missin'?
Who you missin'?

Fago!

Wotzits

TinyMontgomery

aloysiusdedalus wrote: »

It's not light you tiny mongrel... If it is anything, it is as dark as the sheen of a shadow. I put it to you, my drunken muse, I put it to you, right here right now, I put it to you, that Modern Ireland is not the dull place that you claim it to be. Oh ho ho no, Miss Gomery. Oh no, dear me, no. It is a chapel of the future times, a collossus, a conquistador, a knight crafted from the dreams of a nation's hood... The cars and trees of a free nation. It is at once a republic and three times a lady. Her name, is Eiru. Would you diss this ho? You're mistaken my boy to engage in such dissin'...
Who you missin'?
Who you missin'?

Oh, sunrise comes and I don't know why...

I ain't dissin no ho'..
You got my meaning all twisted up in a knicker.
I be talking about the children of Eiru. The latest batch, that is. The Cúnts. The Shíts. The Cúnt Shíts. The wee boys that don the scarves and the tight pantaloons, and the hats and long hair. The Hipsters. The End. The end of ireland. The end of the world. The end, yet the culmination of online communication. The end and the high water mark. The Tide is a comin, you cúntballs

batfear

What most of monkeys are ye talking about? The tide has been pushed up to my waist and I don't know what the water is made of.

Fago!

It's made of lemonade.

PFJSplitter

Water?
That wet stuff?

batfear

Lemonade, the pee of the thirst world. Nothing good can transpire.

TinyMontgomery

batfear wrote: »

What most of monkeys are ye talking about? The tide has been pushed up to my waist and I don't know what the water is made of.

Mr T made it famous, but Bobby Bland Quoted this phrase in his hit single. You struck something sweet yet wrong Batfear, Sweet Yet Wrong

aloysiusdedalus

That is an upsetting revelation indeed, my cheem... These hip boys and little ladies, with the pants and the dreams? with the special brand of ignorance? These bastard offspring of Eiru's womb? I am afraid that they are known to me. In a sense, they are not known, but in a different grade of sense, I would fear that they are...
Fear.
The only way forward would be to march them all back into the womb, two by two, hand in hand. A solitary finger placed on lips to denote; "CUINAS."
Back up inside of Eiru where their dreams may disolve and their minds be imbued with a greater sense of what it means to live at the bottom of town....
Balls to them, balls to them all!

batfear

TinyMontgomery wrote: »

Mr T made it famous, but Bobby Bland Quoted this phrase in his hit single. You struck something sweet yet wrong Batfear, Sweet Yet Wrong

It is pure love. The things I reach towards have nothing but love to fill my human fist.

aloysiusdedalus

They'll learn a thing or two about thirst and urine up there, I tell no lie...

TinyMontgomery

It brings a tear to mine eye. The Womb of Eiru and the Fist of Batfear. The Fist-Womb. Why? Do these young thugs have no respect for the ancient harmonica blues of their fathers? Mayhap the fathers are to blame? But Blame is only worth so much.. Lord, Eiru, What to do? Sadness. Wholesome Bread. Filth. Comrades Dead. Sleep. None

Fago!

Gmdjgpjegtng

Matt Holck

the dancing was great

PFJSplitter

You danced with whom?

Lord ButterSlip

Why is there so many "Posts: 0" people here that have evedently posted?