The Gardai are hunting me

in me


I made a call to Michelle from in front of a woman’s home. She came outside and pointedly asked me to move on. I declined, she exploded, and promised to call the Gardai on me. I bid her well, and continued my call. She came out with updates.

Call concluded, I left. There were no Gardai. Now I live in fear that they will come for me in the dead of night.



Happy Dissonance

in me

March 20

in me


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