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Drinking in a dingy bar by the sea, crumpled postcard from Her and World’s Biggest Ray Zero for company; then the son of a starts saying I’m cursed. Praise Be to lighting-up another smoke. Inhale, taste a foul brand: the Hex She put on me. Promised Heaven, delivered a dive nightclub Hell. Thank the Lord for liquor loving hot chicks. Though nothing compares to how it’ll feel catching up with Her.

Wanted a quick bit of business and gone. Bath had other ideas. First, battered and left for dead after a hundred heart-breaking truths. Then a Police Chief with a saggy old treasure chest of secrets to keep needs a scapegoat. Dumps me in the middle of corruption so deep it eases through bone to suck greedy at marrow. With every gun pointing my way, Hell, not even He’s gonna get me outta this one.

Recent Posts: N. P. Ryan

The Incarnation of God Who DID Visit Weston-super-Mare

While it’s safe to say Jesus Christ didn’t visit Weston-super-Mare, what about anyone else thought an incarnation of God by followers of a religion? How about that incarnation of God also being someone once given weapons and ammunition by the Nazis with which to fight a war? Or to up the ante more so, the […]

The Idiots’ Guide to Being a Successful Musician

And what’s more it comes in poetic form! Header image (cropped from original) showing the Rolling Stones on stage by Jim Pietryga, 2015, licensing.

Handsome Devil

A.k.a. the vain atheist’s prayer. With thanks to Максим Власенко for use of the header image (alt text; a man visible from the waist up, naked, painted red and wearing horns, he looks to the camera unamused).

Hey, Teacher!

Contemplating the origin of teaching in abstract poetic form. With thanks to Andrea Piacquadio for use of the header image (alt text; a teacher with an open book, looks to the class while pointing at a chalk board).

Girls Like Us: Bitter ‘Til The Bitter End; a review

Girls Like Us (GLU) released Bitter ‘Til The Bitter End the same weekend I caught the band live at the Chelsea Inn, Bristol. It was a blistering set, part of another top night there (In With the Inn Crowd), during which I was about to turn to a mate and say, ‘killer bass line’ only […]

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