Drop-off - Blast-offHis shoulder thudded against the concrete. The impact released the pain like a lion from it's cage. It roared up his arm, weaving in and out of the bones sharply before biting down hard on the nerves mercilessly.Drop-off - Blast-off
The tyres shrieked in front of his face, ripping up the road as a child would a gift. Smoke coughed it's way into his wide eyes.
Throwing his face to the ground, he heard a crack. Gritty concrete awaited his tearful eyes. He spun his head round. Spying through a curtain of blood, he spotted a black car rocketing away, the open door flapping helplessly against the force of the blast-off.
You can't bate Cork CultureYou can’t bate Cork CultureYou can't bate Cork Culture
Like eh, I had this argument with a Dub one day. Everyone was gawking at my gatch like. I waited for the Luas, coming back from a Damo concert. He was alright like, but he was no John Spillane. I was so like flahed – out and I was getting impatient. The Luas wasn’t the right name, I thought. It should have been called the Mall like. This Dublin jersey clad Dub grinned at me (like a gimp) and asked if I was from Cork. I looked him up and down. He had a bazzer and his clothes were manky. He must have thought he was a sham – feen. (Really though, he looked more like a gowl) “
Kevin Drew: Spirit If...Album Review: Kevin Drew - “Spirit If…”Kevin Drew: Spirit If...
Kevin Drew is the co-founder of Broken Social Scene, a rare band that expresses their emotions serenely or vociferously, with music as deep and infatuating as the sea. “Spirit If…” is Drew’s first solo album, albeit with help from his band. It reflects his life, feelings, and his love of music.
“Farewell to the Pressure kids” bursts out of the blocks. Drums thunder and reverberate while a piano plays solemnly. The soothing faraway vocals elegantly drift in and out of earshot. Soothing is a recurring theme of this album.
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3 NegotiateersThe 3 Negotiateers3 Negotiateers
What a team. No, not the players, I’m talking about our infamous 3 man panel. On the right as the jinky negotiater we have Ray Houghton. On the left, old Don Howe, the full-back buttinski. Up top we have The Don: Mr Givens. With an average age of 58, they may be on the wrong side of a half-century, but they sure want the FAI to be on the right side of the people.
I’m sorry but there’s no getting around it. I have to talk about Stan. Your reaction should tell it all – Stan the man was not a people’s person.
That’s what he wasn’t. So how about what he
Not trapped: unable to leaveFour people are stuck in a room. They are not trapped, just unable to leave.Not trapped: unable to leave
“Why don’t we leave?” one asks.
“Because,” another says, “Why would we leave?”
“I dunno,” someone says, “I was just wondering.”
“What do we do, then, while trapped in this room?”
“For starters, we aren’t trapped; we’re unable to leave.”
“Well, what do we do if we are unable to leave?”
“We just sit put, and stay trapped in this room?”
“But you said we aren&#
The need to forget.Sometimes life gets to be too much, sometimes you struggle to deal with it. You try and try, but no matter how hard you try, there will always be that someone that makes you hurt because you can't be together. There's a pain beyond imagination, a pain that's deep inside you, a pain that will start very little and grow so big. Pain that is so bad, because the person that you love causes it. Pain that takes your breath away, pain that the more you try to keep away from, the more it hurts you.The need to forget.
It will hurt so much you cry, but you hate the tears, they bring you no comfort at all. The pain will then turn physical, and you feel as if
save me from myself dammit 2Walking thre these dreaded halls is shear pain. Like walking on hot coals bare foot, the only thing that didn't burn was my locker, but it was graffitied and the opening was torn off iit's hendges, so i had to change lockers, right next to the town slut, Gina Wallace. This town is like a bad salem witch trials documentary. I'm the witch, and everyone else are the witch hunters. "hey, emo-bitch! what are you doing on this side of school?" said Gina in her irritating paris hilton voice "I got transferred here after your boys vandilized my locker, You disgusting excuse for the asinine creature that you are and represent!" I allways used my knolesave me from myself dammit 2
Broken Heart.The bright light from the computer screen flashed at me, like someone was winking at me. The little icons on the desktop pittered the black background like craters on the moon. The bed felt warm and cozy as I nestled into the blankets. So soft and inviting. Maybe I could just forget about the whole thing, just go to sleep instead. I thought about it for a moment, doubt filling my mind. My hands were sweaty, leaving marks on the white keys. It was dark in the room, with only a small lamp lighting up the computer. Everything looked more menacing at night, inBroken Heart.
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Life itself is only a vision, a dream. Nothing exists, save for empty space and you.
Anyway lol how are you?
I'm whats that word you used up there...abecadarian
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A look inside an Angel's Mind
It's Magz!
God, I hope this is you Emmett, and not some other 16 year old Emmett from Cork who just happens to know Aodhagan...
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You can't spell Slaughter without Laughter!!
Welcome by the way
Looking forward to your stuff
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"I'm The Greatest Man That Ever Lived,
I Was Born,To Give and Give and Give"
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So.....you come here often?
Not bebo type of photos !
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"I'm The Greatest Man That Ever Lived,
I Was Born,To Give and Give and Give"
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So.....you come here often?
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So.....you come here often?
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