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14/12/202509/06/2026 / N. P. Ryan

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Poem #84
Poem #84: a story of persons met on holiday and their initial similarity to restaurant cutlery
Scare Bears: Worse for Everyone – scorching debut E.P. reviewed
Opening track ‘Scapegoat’ is a heart fully on sleeve response to the rise of the far right and its claim … Continue reading Scare Bears: Worse for Everyone – scorching debut E.P. reviewed
Sock It to Me
Are socks Not better Worn inside out? Converse: Thanks for reading 🙂 N. P. Ryan • Facebook • Instagram • Linktree • For … Continue reading Sock It to Me
AGGROCULTURE: scrumpydrinking thrashcore gimps – West Country bumpkin powerviolence at its gert lush best!
After this year’s exhilarating-as-ever Dean Lane Hardcore Day, I headed to the Chelsea Inn for the after show. It was … Continue reading AGGROCULTURE: scrumpydrinking thrashcore gimps – West Country bumpkin powerviolence at its gert lush best!
Nice Weather S.A.D. Times
Written in essence on the 14th July It’s better when The sun is out Not just warm But deep … Continue reading Nice Weather S.A.D. Times

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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.

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