Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Crest of a Wave

Far be from me to revel in the discomfiture of the sisterfucking speculators who not only destroyed the Donegal landscape these last ten years, but also imprisoned a generation in a death by mortgage prison of gerrybuilt plaster and spit constructions at 300k a pop, but I sincerely hope that in hell they will have their place alongside those who killed off the coast of Spain, their heads encased in buckets of cement for all eternity, battered around circles of sterile, badly drained land with lengths of cheap timber.


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