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THE IRISH INVENTED EVERYTHING
Ireland invented everything; I think it’s fair to say
From the automatic office door, to the LED display
We put the first man on the moon, conceived the mobile phone
Discovered Mars and Pluto, and of course, the twilight zone
Planes and trains and trucks and cars, were all invented here
We even had the concept, of putting twelve months in the year
We invented ships and submarines, and the humble coffee cup
Sure we even made Viagra, just to keep our peckers up
We invented drums and violins, then trumpets and guitars
But playing makes you thirsty, so we invented Irish bars
We developed all the medicine, on which the world depends
Then we gave you love and hatred, and the means to make amends
We discovered beer and cider, we discovered whiskey too
And we started brewing Guinness, which is very good for you
We gave you sweets and chocolate, and all that tasty stuff
And we invented soft pyjamas, plus that bellybutton fluff
We invented roads and pavements, and we introduced the bridge
The cooker and the washing machine, we even claim the fridge
We invented mirth and humour, and we taught the world to sing
Sure you gotta love the Irish ………….. We invented everything……….
Wishing won't get it done.........
Duesenberg motors Present the all new
Hiatus GTZ 4480 and the Prestige Platinum Series
Making Hard Word Enjoyable.
They might Envy you
They Might even say things about you
They might not not like you
But they'll love your car!
Duesenberg
Making Work more
rewarding!
"The Baldwin Duesy"
is an eight cycler V_8
with a ten speed automatic
room for five
and Luxury for the ages
American Full-sized Luxury
Duesenberg Thats whats
been missing!
Tell Your friends
There's an old favorite back
in town!
Duesenberg!
Making work more enjoyable!
Full Production Mode: Carrosserie Inc. Your current lover and Your Ex lover in One Big Bunch.
Something new everyday!
Modern Luxury!
Don't play with your Opportunities.
something new
will pop the surface and bring you into
stardom!
Abolished Private Life
“Where? Where is it?” Asked my Satan. Master Satan.
Hmm. It is a good question. I haven’t. It. A private life.
One's own life. I can’t close the door of my life. Broken.
“Broken.” Yes. “Broken?” Yes. “Why?” They broke in.
“Into. But who?” Psychologists. “English?” You know
The answer. You know. Yes. “You don’t need them?”
Never. Why? This is an ultra nazi psychology. No nature.
“Why?” No nature. Means. Not natural. “Not natural?” Yes.
“Then what?” No face. “No face?” They have a mask.
“They have a mask. What kind of?” Lamb. Inside evilish.
“Hmm.” Yes. This is the reality—workers of a power.
“What power?” It wants to bring the world under its rule.
“What do you mean exactly?” It wants to overwrite everything.
All the political, social, religious, and economic systems.
A universal psychology, which is complex to drive everything.
And this is a mind control system too. So dangerous. Harm.
Self-driving system later. Automatic.
And you have no life anymore. Own.
Yes, my dear Master Satan.
I lost my life. “No. You have.
Own. One's own. I keep it.”
“Enjoy.”
Thank you.
“Nice.”
Nirvana protégé podcast/youtube
phenom quite mature
talented young lass promising future
media attention did capture
overnight starlet exhibits bravure
generates profuse nonstop
outstandingly positive conjecture
nine year old greeted in France bonjour
mademoiselle so innocent and pure
guaranteed future success
near anonymity one day
household name the next,
automatic fame secure,
whose beautiful swarthy
complexion compounds allure.
Courtesy technological tentacled
trappings everywhere
twenty first century raw
talent discovered anywhere
across world wide web
instant cash cow bajillionaire
clinched record deals guaranteed
linked immortal wealth crystal clear
financial woes never nightmare
flush electronic deposits buffer
sudden renown claim heir
reddit teary boosting
quantity kith and kin here
rilled predictable feigned
interest to care,
when yesterday no hoots given
toward young person's welfare.
Such simplification possibly doth err
grossly inaccurate, I aver,
rushed prediction unfair
nonetheless interesting how
forgotten friends and relatives spur
unexplainable long
atrophied well timed flair
to buttress crumbling complex edifice
long forgotten grudge doth disappear
tangentially madding crowd
metaphorical boatload relative
strangers ferried jostle appear
amazingly enough out thin air
human nature inexplicably fickle
another case in point here,
when yours truly did not roundly square,
among classmates nasty glare
but triangulated, threatened, teased...
convenient token (non smokin')
scapegoat bullies throve to scare
name calling, spitting, suckerpunching,
a curse this then skinny, puny, dorky...
boy never did dare
raise his non hazardous dukes fear
ring being clobbered, pureed, whipped...
perhaps thugs menacing scissoring my long hair
passively internalized deplorable angst.
A car is not an essential,
Just a very useful tool,
But a lethal weapon in the
Hands of any inconsiderate fool.
We seem to have a problem
Making drivers understand
Because they own a tin box
They don’t own the land.
So, speed cops with missiles,
Bodies and wrecks left by verges
To try and discourage those
With antisocial driving urges.
A few burnt out vehicles
Displayed on any Major road
Could maybe encourage stricter
Adherence of the Highway Code.
Traffic wardens with Tasers.
A good sharp shock just might
Make drivers a little more willing
To park vehicles legally and right.
Regular driving tests
To hone up their skill
Lifelong bans for those
Who illegally kill.
Flesh and blood versus steel
Just isn't any real contest
Whatever the circumstances
Motor vehicles come off best.
We need new laws and
We need to give them bite.
To drive is a privilege and not,
As assumed, an automatic right
correction and judgement sometimes looks the same, when the correction is viewed, sometimes people take it the wrong way, with our lack of understanding in our hearts we condemn, taking things personally what we were meant to mend, without disipline and correction where would we be, God placed us together to help us to see, love may not always look gentle and kind, sometimes painful and instructional, this is why we all quote "love is blind", the automatic assumption is condemnation and judgement, without hearing one's heart we jump to make those assumptions, yet still underneath it all, we know the truth, when the love is real, and his spirit leads us to move.
Form:
A Haunted house on the block
What was a factory now it’s not
The entire community noticed the change
Nights became spooky
Inside the haunted house, one could hear wall cracks, Moans and Screams
When stormy nights brought lightning flashes and loud thunder cracks
The neighborhood knew it was the midnight hour
Unrest and no sleep
At the community grave yard, Souls moaned to rise and walk among the living
Terrorizing and Fear
Neighborhood doors were locked and secure
Windows closed tightly
Yet, we are talking about Souls who are ghostly able to penetrate through anything
The Haunted house brought attention to the community
Stories told of a factory worker being killed by a Automatic machine sew
No one knows why nor would the soul of the killed worker return for revenge
The owners of the Haunted house were very strange and stayed to themselves
They didn’t want to have any conversation with the community nor the outside world
Strange throughout on the neighborhood minds
There were dead bodies found within the Haunted house, but where did they come from?
No answers and clues
Moans and Screams continued on
The peril of the gloom of night, day with the midnight hour coming again, what will happen and who will be the victims of Death
Thereafter, only the haunted house only knows
Thrills upon thrills
Evil upon Evil
The wait and uncertainty
Haunted House peril.
Hearts resume,
Minds forgive,
No mask;
Tasks unmask.
No entry;
Vigilant sentry.
This apple,
Turns purple;
The teacher:
My preacher,
So awesome,
An anthem.
This tempting demand,
Succumb my command,
It comes around,
Anytime to astound,
My pleasing soul.
Doubts stylishly stole,
Any moment unannounce,
Spread to renounce,
Hunting feelings pouncing,
Only eyes bouncing...
The least information,
To my abnegation.
Spread out all love,
Whereas, no automatic belove.
Forget the best logic,
Work out on Tajik,
With you, am discerning,
The sake of learning,
We aren't that clever,
With duties darling endeavor.
We need to manage well,
Every damn staggering cell,
Get moods not jump,
Whenever we dare hump.
Some can't eat the moon,
But you have a spoon.
Some can not plait hair,
But your hands are fair.
Some can't make lyrics sing,
Your reinforcing words for tongue,
Make my weary stress flee,
And the clock's tit-tat glee.
Broken hearts in flowing circuits,
Mending the crevices-- our undercuts,
Though far beyond horizons away,
Heart minds not to overstay.
Pleasure is not of you pleasing,
Every inconvenience is our darling tactics.
Each room for problem is your grace,
Let nothing cease the hearty choice.
Form the best habit-- way shared,
Counsels the wise, situations are tempting;
Counsel the Brilliants, wiseness is different.
Be real, sure, nothing last forever,
By training novice, you energize yourself.
See how far away, standing alone,
Less knowledge got your back, meanwhile
For all anyone lacks, keep pursuing...
Lest,
We
Must
Be
Of
Trust
To
Laugh
The
Best,
Believe
Me!
We’re just being ourselves
We’re not presenting ourselves
on a plate, commodifying ourselves.
We’re refined and pared-back—plain
but with an intriguing complexity.
We’re simple and indestructible,
our diasporic styles, assembled in a frenzy
by spontaneous instinct, need no audience.
You’ll find us in the coffee shops, the libraries
streaming and scrollin’ to unheard, noise-cancelled, beats
or in the bars kickin’—let the music play—I can’t talk much about it.
We’re not overly thought-out, sure, we ruminate, but then we’re
automatic rather than laboured, creative without overthinking.
We’re emotional and immediate, but clearly avoiding
slightly scurrilous condom entanglements—yeah
—there are reasons. true, true, true, true true.
.
.
Songs for this:
Let the Music Play by Papik & Sarah Jane Morris
Soda Pop Confusion by Variety Lab & Kidsaredead
stress feels like a weight on my chest
like something pressing down on my lungs
and anxiety whispers worst-case scenarios
into every quiet moment
sleep doesn’t come easy anymore
it breaks apart in the middle of the night
leaving me staring at the ceiling
counting worries instead of sheep
my mind runs in circles
overthinking every word, every action
every possible thing that could go wrong
until my head feels too loud to exist in
some days i smile and pretend i’m fine
say “i’m okay” like it’s automatic
while inside my heart is shaking
and my hands feel cold with fear
but i keep breathing
even when it feels tight and uneven
keep moving forward
even when anxiety tries to hold me still
because surviving days like these
takes more strength than anyone sees