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Friday, June 16, 2006

Devil A Lot Of Maggots

I daresay the soil would be quite fat with manure, bones, flesh, nails. Charnelhouses. Dreadful. Turning green and pink, decomposing. Rot quick in damp earth. The lean old ones tougher. Then a kind of a tallowy kind of a cheesy. Then begin to get black, black treacle oozing out of them. Then dried up. Deathmouths. Of course the cells or whatever they are go on living. Changing about. Live for ever practically. Nothing to feed on feed on themselves.

(Bloomsday cancelled for state funeral of noted crook Charles Haughey)

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