Fall If You Will, But Rise You

Ireland Is The Old Sow That Eats Her Farrow.

Broken Heart. A Pump After All, Pumping Thousands Of Gallons Of Blood Every Day. One Fine Day It Gets Bunged Up And There You Are... Old Rusty Pumps: Damn The Thing Else. The Resurrection And The Life. Once You Are Dead You Are Dead.

The Only Decent People I Ever Saw At The Racecourse Were Horses.

I Desire To Press In My Arms The Loveliness Which Has Not Yet Come Into The World.

[...] A Darkness Shining In Brightness Which Brightness Could Not Comprehend.