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Paul Larkin

Chroniclers are privileged to enter where they list, to come and go through keyholes, to ride upon the wind, to overcome in their soarings up and down, all obstacles of distance, time and place.
Charles Dickens - Barnaby Rudge, Chapter The Ninth

The Glorious Irish Republic - right here, right now

Right outside my door - a young woman, her face scorched by smack, throwing her ring up, whilst her equally young boyfriend, face emaciated by drugs watches helplessly. He can't hold her up because he's on two crutches, so he falls on to the pavement.

Jeez drugs are really cool aren't they?

right here right now in your glorious Republic

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