and notes on the Revolition is the Alterantive ecconomy
Lay curled in a broken man ball,crumpled and crushed, tossed to the corner this bleak weigh station sits on the border some lands no one gives a shit of. But no sobs come, not even when that Barber Adagio rises to crisis and cut, none. Who has stolen my tears?
A year and more now since yor correspondent and some several colleagues entered into - a pact, agreement, contract, an oath sworn , it may even have involved blood .
Always the case the best, very best whore houses are to be found in those cities most dominated by the CHURCH, and we happy few were staying over at my favorite in Dublin. This House of Lite Love earning special favour from my first stay some many years ago and doin a bit of theater and every night there was a scene required my full frontal nudity while dipping my testicles into a glass ice water and delevering a long and complicated monologue,(duh Troubles and all). Horrible you say. Well yes, but consider that at every matinee the first few rolls were filled with Nuns.
( Oh yes I see the huffy outrage and moral superiority driping form the pages of letters to this fine journal, but every house in which I've stayed were worker owned. The Big Boss having acquired a new accountant, I receive a queerie as to an item on my expenses, double spooning.)
OK, back to the meat, gristle, sinew , pink stuff, marrow of it - it was decided among us to no longer merely cover the Arab Spring, the OCCUPY, but participate and serve as we might and in the states test the "safety net" by leaping into it'