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Powder River Rapture
I was breaking rocks on the Powder River banks I ain’t killed nobody I ain’t robbed no banks And as I dug in the Red River dirt I rolled in the loam and the mud and the hurt. And I looked through your window But you weren’t there I tapped on your door I rang […]
MoreRes Ipsa Loquitur*: Punk of the Week Speaks for Itself…. #2
*The thing speaks for itself: actions speak a whole lot about intent. Negligence or accident? Intent vs banana skin, and whose job was it anyway to pick that fucking thing up before some poor schmuck broke their neck on it! What does it really matter, apart from a small matter of decades I suppose in […]
MorePunk Of The Week #1
I have never been good at keeping my mouth shut. I get variously shamed for speaking my mind, the dampening effect lasts a few days at most, and then there I am again – like a dog after a rabbit, harrying the hare, snapping at heels and generally making a nuisance of myself! Opinions sit […]
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