Gilhooley had ordered a meeting
Everyone had to come round
St. Patricks day will be upon us
And a venue just has to be found

We have to find somewhere authentic
Our normal old pub just won't do
We can't celebrate with the punters
Where the beer isn't green, it's dyed blue

Gilhooley awaited suggestions
It had to be somewhere close by
There were all sorts of names on the table
So they decided to give them a try

It needed to be "somewhat old Irish"
with no dee jay, and a folky type band
they had to have red headed women
And a barman, with drinks poured and at hand

The first place they went was McKenna's
It seemed like a great place at first
but the service was slower than treacle
and a man would just die here of thirst

They found one that looked rather Irish
It was known as the new *** of gold
it had a rainbow outside on the awning
this should have been a warning fortold

the next one they tried was a classic
The green and gold tavern....a hit
but, it was booked on the day for a party
and this didn't please them one bit

they finally found one to their liking
full of guineess and pretty colleens
a punjabi bar by the  name of  ben doury's
where everything was curried and green

it was a party that no one remembered
that meant that it must have been good
nobody went to the jailhouse
even though three or four of them should

The beer and the curry were epic
the singing was like nothing we'd heard
a sitar and cymbal based trio
played so loud that nothing was heard

Gilhooley said next year we have to
come back here and do it again
It was the best St. Patty's ever
most of them passed out by ten

The next time you go out to party
call Ben Doury, the place is  spot on
the food and the beer are one colour
with a Punjabi Mumbai Leprachaun

C’mon let’s celebrate st patricks. Day
The day we dress in green and drink Guinness
We also do some Irish dancing
Party all day long
C’mon let’s celebrate st patricks day
Where the kids go out and play play play
Put green icing on a doughnut
Dress up as a lepricorn
Looking like a famous Patrick
Like in dublins fair city
Every girl are pretty
I first put my eyes on sweet molly Malone
And the lepricorns are saying
Dress him in stone
Go to your balcony
Grab your garden gnome
And paint it the colour you will want to have
Garden gnomes have beards all dressed in white
Or occasionally with rubber thongs
They can carry a *** of gold
To put under the rainbow
And if you open it the gold will be yours
Sometimes it is hard
To look at a gnome
Because they look like your great great grandfather
He is married to an Irish settler
Who cooks dinner for the humble tribe
One man was singing sea shanty’s to make us happy
And songs that sound like Aussie rules themes
Happy happy happy saint patricks day
Dress in green, pants, shirt, and hat
Look like a lepricorn
On this hap hap happy saint patricks day
Oh yeah the Irish

You see after all i my mates laughed at me for being a little ****** kid

there was one friend called lyle who wanted to be my friend at school

and i at that time, thought this friend was cool, seeing i knew nobody else

but we had fun together, like a dream made me understand,that we used

to play basketball at the local courts which i thought was cool, and it would’ve

been nice, if my other school mates would join in, but we did play games

with other kids who dropped in, i just had a dream, where my mate the messiah

came in and taught me how to become respected enough to make it to hollywood

and before you say it, i know he isn’t my daddy, but i was a daddy figure to him

letting him stay at my house, you see we went to the movies and top floriade

and also to the national multi cultural festival, and the messiah said, instead of

shop food, how about you have multi cultural food, yeah, it’s tasty, hey, we also

went to each others houses, i had him sleep over, but i never slept over there,

mainly because, i have caused a lot of problems expecting to sleep over in my childhood

you see lyle came in my dream last night to show me the ***** cool kid, in the form of the messiah

he made the messiah, buy all these tickets to expensive events, like maybe a soccer game

between barcelona and ajax, yeah i used to joke with him, and we saw a stand up comedy event, and we find

that kind of thing very funny, but i heard the witch doctor who killed my previous life patrick dunbar

saying, hang on, are you the guy from the charnwood inn, and he told men to shut up, and i said

leave me alone, i am a family person, i don’t need the crazy demented witch doctor kidnapping my cool kid

the witch doctor, is trying to steal my mate patricks voice saying, i am not a cool kid, to make me too scared

and i really wanted a mate, and lyle was the only young bloke who gave a ****, like take me to bet on the footy

once we turned 18, but in school, we went to the footy and going over to each other’s houses, to play cricket or footy, and mate

lyle was a really big wild boy, he was, ya know a fast bowler and a tough footballer, and i tried to keep fit, so i can

outclass him, and i think i succeeded, but ya know, if you ******* a mate like lyle, he will get cranky, cause he has a

problem worth anger, we also slept in the backyard tent, where lyle said, i ain’t scared of the old boogie woman

but, i was wanting cool friends, as he liked the idea of going to bed early, and my family and lyles family all got together

and talked to each other, and i enjoyed my conversations with lyles mum, mind you, there were moments, where i was

scared to go over, because, i feel if i **** people off, i will have no friends, i remember me and lyle used to be big eaters

but, i don’t want to eat like that no more, because, i don’t want any blood clot, mind you i still eat a lot, but i write and do art

because i need to do things with my art, so my eating doesn’t get the better of me, there is more to brian allan than eating

too much, me and lyle were like two cool people playing bingo, and that was cool, you see,in my dream, my mum packed

a whole case of cakes, for me to share with all the young dudes at the festival, but the messiah felt uneasy and said i don’t want

to be a kid, he said he wants to fucken grow up, but i can’t understand why, he is telling me to grow up, and i hate the idea

of being treated like i am trying to be like other people, like my brother, i am like brian, just me, brian allan, i had fun with lyle

despite him being a loud mouth wild person who liked the idea of picking fights with everyone, but i have to understand

i ******* a lot of people, but this dream shows, all the fun times, i did a horrible crime, but i still think that it was my belief

of being greame thorne and pastrick diunbar in my previous life, being taken too young, was the reason of all my crazy person crimes

and dad couldn’t except i had a mental illness, and either can my old school mates, you see i ignored patrick at the st george bank

in the mall, and i heard him say get ****** brainy, like he was worried, why isn’t brian talking to me, and i said to pat, hi pat and

patrick went sarcastically hi brian, your brother isn’t around anymore, brian, we don’t have to be nice to you, i had fun with patrick

and lyle as well, in the new years eve concert to end the 1980s, me patrick and lyle went to the belconnen soccer club for the

end of the 80s nye party, and me and patrick and lyle had a few XXXX’s, and i got drunk and crashed over patricks house

and i crashed over patricks house, too much, patrick got sick of the fucken sight of me, i can understand in hindsight, that

i ****** him off, so i annoyed the mall crowd, and i was invited to a party, but because of the party i had at my house, where

my dad played taxi driver to all my drunken mates, and i wasn’t really a good host, because, i prefer the laid back lifestyle

partying out in the firehouse nightclub and the private bin in front of youtube, and i would love a televised youtube nye bash

on youtube, but they don’t, so i made my own nye bash, and it was pretty radically successful as well, i have still got my cool

jeans on, from those days, but i am a talented entertainer and actor now, and as much fun as i had with patrick and lyle,

those days are in the past, i am moving on now,

my granny took me to bingo too, my nanny watched the end of the 70s nye concert with me

i remember when jimmy barnes through beer cans at a concert at alberton oval, adelaide

yeah, totally radical dudes

The Saturn Ball, on Saturday June 8th, 2013




You see kids nowadays are having so much fun and these kids
Are inspired by the great Saturn Ball which was started by Peter
Sargent, and Scott McDonald, whose current earth lives are
Enjoying psrying together as well as tying each other up, and
On Saturn, Peter and Scott are having a big party where they
Had dancing girls like Marilyn Monroe and Elizabeth Montgomery
And also Dana Reeves as well,,and Peter Sargent is as *****
As a toad, and he is trying to get in the head of Brian Allan, because
He liked how Brian was nice to him before he died, and to get into
His head in the form of his best friend Patrick, you see Peter
Sargent died to get into Brian's head to make sure he doesn't poo
His pants, because I actually was cool to his point of view
When he saw me in the Page Tavern all the years ago
And it was about that time, when Patricks voice was getting
Into full swing, and it was driving me crazy miss daisy
Before then Scott McDonald died and also got into Brian's head
And he chose Patrick's voice as well, but he was the voice saying
Brian is not like us, Brian is not like us,,Chris used to be like us
When he was really really young, but Brian isn't like us,no way,,no fear
The thing is, Peter and Scott aren't worried how they use these voices
They just want to make Brian be cool to a young dudes point of view
Because, Scott thought Patrick was weird, and didn't want to be
In the same room as him, and despite me trying to talk to him
Scott wanted just to tease me, cause I wanted to be like Patrick
And there was only one opportunity and that was to die and get unti
Brian Allans brain and push Patrick's voice trying to tease him
Scott said, I am not a family person anymore, I want Brian to suffer
So we'll turn Patrick against him by holding our own Saturn ball
And Patricks voice was also Peter Sargent trying to put into Brian 's
Head that Patrick was Joining the young dudes
To tease Brian, I couldn't understand this, and I said
Leave me alone Pat, but his voice was Peter Sargent
Saying to Patrick, you are like us, and Brian Allan is a little shy boy
Who has no known friends, anyway, Patrick is the innocent party
He still likes me, you know it was Peter Sargent who planted his
Voice from the sound of Patricks voice to bug the **** out of Brian
But the main reason was that, Brian had it give up beer
And work on himself, and eventually he will figure it out
Peter Sargent, and Scott McDonald, who got into
Brian's brother Chris's voice in trying to make Chris doing what I did with Patrick
Which means Patrick mucked with Chris as he would muck with me
But hello, it was really Peter Sargent and Scott McDonald
And in the last two days, Peter Sargent and Scott McDonald are
Holding the first ever Saturn Ball, and everyone is partying all night
And Peter Sargent is pushing onto his brain, and the earth life
I somewhere on earth going through a lot of trouble
Peter Sargent cracked open the wine bottle and everyone partied

I HATE THE IDEA OF SUFFERING, BUT WITH ME THE WAY

I AM, I MUST SUFFER, BUT I SUFFER THOUGH BEING TREATED LIKE A LITTLE YOUNG DUDE

CAUSE I WORRY ABOUT GETTING TREATED LIKE THE ONLY ONE IN MY FAMILY

THAT WILL GET THREATENED AND KILLED, YOU SEE I BECAME A BUDDHIST

BECAUSE I WANT TO BE SAVED IN MY BELIEFS, EVEN THOUGH ALL RELIGIONS

ARE TRYING TO KEEP THE PEACE, YOU SEE I LIKE BUDDHISM, CAUSE, I CAN EXPLAIN

MY PREVIOUS LIVES, LIKE GREAME THORNE AND PATRICK DUNBAR, 2 8 YEAR OLD BOYS

THAT WERE KILLED, BUT I AM STILL SUFFERING BY THE CROWD UP IN THE HEAVENS

GETTING GHOSTS OF ED GEIN AND STEVEN BRADLEY AND TED BUNDY, COMES  OUT

AND FORCES ME TO THROW MYSELF IN GARGAGE HOPPERS AND TIE MYSELF UP WITH

VINNIES ROPE IN MITCHELL, SAYING KIDNAP ME TO AN ADULT, YA SEE, I AM A MAN

WHO FOLLOWS THE PATH OF BUDDHISM, WHERE, I AM WILLING TO UNDERSTAND OTHER PEOPLE’S

VIEWS, I AM SUFFERING THROUGH PATRICKS COOL KID, BECAUSE I COMMITTED A CRIME

BACK IN 1990, HE CAN’T SEEM TO EXCEPT, TO LEAVE ME IN, WE ARE NOT AT SCHOOL ANYMORE

AND I DON’T DO WHAT I USED TO DO, I LIKE LEARNING HOW TO BE AT PEACE

UMMMMMMMM   BRING ME PEACE


UMMMMMMMM FIND ME INNER HAPPINESS

UMMMMMMMM TAKE MY MATES OUT OF MY HEAD


UMMMMMMM ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY SAY, MY BROTHER’S NOT AROUND ANYMORE



UMMMMMMMM I WANT TO LIVE IN ADELAIDE SOME DAY

UMMMMMMMM  CAUSE IT’S A VERY FESTIVE CITY FOR ME


UM,MMMMMMM   TAKE DAD OUT OF MY HEAD, I AM NOT LIKE A YOUNG DUDE TO A ****

UMMMMMMMMM  LET ME BE REFORMED

UMMMMMMMMM  BRING ME PEACE, UMMMMMMM BRING ME PEACE  UMMMMMMMMM BRING ME PEACE

I DON’T WANT TO TRY AND BE THE ONLY ADULT OUT OF MY OLD MATES

I DON’T WANT THAT VOICE WHEN ALL MY PREVIOUS LIVES MY FAMILY PATRICK AND DANIEL AND THE KIDS OF THE PAST

ARE FLYING AROUND MY HEAD

I HATE PEOPLE TEASING ME IN MY HEAD, UMMMMMMMMM I WANT TO BE A PEACEFUL BUDDHIST MAN

I AM NO LONGER A KID OR A LADY, AND I AM NO LONGER A MAN TO A FIGHT

I DON’T WANT TO BE A LITTLE YEAH MATE YEAH KID, UNLESS IT’S SHOWING OFF MY STORIES AND ****

I AM A BUDDHIST, ARTIST WRITER YOUTUBE ENTERTAINER AND COOL PERSON COMING TO THE MALL WITH HIS COKE

UMMMMMMMMMM BRING ME PEACE   UMMMMMMMM BRING ME PEACE  UMMMMMMMM BRING ME PEACE

ONLY YEAH MATE YEAH KIDS OR NERDS CONCENTRATE ON BUDDHISM , I KNOW I AIN’T A NERD

I BELIEVE BUDDHISTS MEND EVERY BLADE OF GRASS AND LIKE ME THEY BELIEVE IN REINCARNATION

st patricks day in ireland let the pipers play
time for celebration on this special day
time get together party all night long
dancing to the pipers to an irish song

celebrate st patrick in the irish way
make st patick proud on this special day
dance the night away with friends and family
filled with lots of fun the way its meant to be

the kidnapping of the great party dude



you see brian and patrick loved to party but brian’s family weren’t into partying

and brian turned to patrick whose family loved partying and in the process brian

and patrick were being watched by hooligans who want to kidnap these 2 party dudes

and rid partying forever and ever, but brian and patrick both said, you can’t get us, we are

big dudes, we don’t have no nerdy stretch in us, so we bought pizza and a few XXXX beers

and went around terrorising the conservative town, but the hooligans liked pushing people

to be conservative so brian and patrick had to be kidnapped and ******* in a ditch, and because

it was hard to kidnap brian and patrick, the hooligans had an idea to put poison in their drinks

to lure them into the hooligans car and locked up in their back shed to rot away, brian said

we are 2 cool party dudes and pat said the same, and they went out to a club to party with the chicks

and the hooligans were there and put poison in brian and patricks glass and they played air guitar

and headbanged their heads together like 2 real party dudes unaware that they have been poisoned and

and continued to party really hard and brian and patrick wanted another drink but the hooligans said

you 2 young party dudes have had too much and they punched brian and patrick in the guts and the poison

was starting to hit on, as they fought like a couple of little babies coming out of the womb and before they knew it

the hooligans took brian and patrick to their car, threw them in the back seat and drove them to their house and

when they arrived, the hooligans got some heavy chains and tied brian and patrick up with them and locked them

in the shed and gagged brian and patrick with very snotty handkerchiefs and then the hooligans laughed saying

we are ridding the world of party dudes, slowly one by one, and patrick could see a hole which could break bigger

but was too weighed down by iron chains to attempt it and wriggled a bit saying, hey brian, we must wriggle because

we can’t give these kidnappers a sign he has defeated the party dudes, we can never be defeated, but this was going

to be tough for brian and patrick, but they must wriggle, because the chain will loosen and hopefully they can break free

but then patrick vomited green and red blood and said, boy, brian, we have been poisoned, we must struggle because

i don’t want to die either, we must get rid of this poison in our blood and the hooligans came in and said, well you kids like

the band POISON, don’t ya, but i warn you, brian and patrick, don’t struggle or we’ll ****** you and use your dead bodies

to play with on the lawn, yeah that is a cunning little plan, like the movie, weekend at bernies and patrick said, he loves that

movie, and the hooligans said, brian and patrick, you are going to the 2 dead bodies to bring that movie into the real world

and brian was scared and so was patrick as they yelled out H E L P H E L P H E L P H E L P and patrick said to brian we must

still struggle though to rid this poison out of our bodies, and brian found it hard, but still he tried but the poison was well and truly

stuck in their system, and brian wanted to give up, but patrick said, brian, don’t give up, we must show our friends and the world

that partying isn’t wrong and brian then said ok patrick lets struggle and in 8 days of being stuck in the iron chains that bound them

brian got loose and untied patrick and then noticed a hooligan sitting outside guarding the outside and brian and patrick ran up to him

and through the chain all over him, while saying, you are kidnapping brian and patrick and ridding the world of partying, the party

in this world will never be over, and it’s our job to make sure we get the world to party aqnd you party poppers will die, real angry

mother *******, as brian and patrick l,coked the three hooligans in the shed they were in, and brian and patrick ran off down the

federal highway back toward canberra to show, the canberra city, is the party capital of the world, well at least that is what brian

and patrick planned anyway and brian and patrick were very choosey on who to muck with though they still partied, that will never

change, brian and patrick felt safe in the party heaven, they will rock and roll all night and party every day, and they did

My mind is blurred, days feel like weeks, weeks feel like years, years seem like centuries, i dont know truths from lies, yes from no, me from some other stupid mistake making fool, i dont know what being in love is anymore, but i do know i want my life to be happy and to know what love is instead of heart break and pain. but as it sits now its nothing but a dream ill never get. Once i get that my mind will be a blur so heres to hope that one day it will be blur free. and heres to hope. happy st patricks day to all and happy early birthday to my self even though it wont be a happy one. it never has been sense i was a kid.

They’d found him, emaciated and tick-ridden,
Down near the docks on Smith Boulevard,
Surrounded by several fellow tabbies
Possessed of the apparent inclination to disregard any taboo
Enjoining them from enjoying one of their own as a hors d’oeuvre.
He’d weighed no more than eight pounds or so,
Closer to six if you scraped off the mats and vermin,
But he’d gotten over that in short order,
As his diet consisted of fried chicken livers
And any bits of tuna sandwich his owner might leave lying about
(Though Jerry Kiley was not a small man himself,
And philosophically opposed to the notion of leftovers as well)
So before long he became utterly Falstaffian
(As Father Maguire from Sacred Heart tut-tutted,
Why, that tom is three stone if he’s an ounce;
He gets any larger, and I’ll have to insist
You kick another two bits into the plate)
And Kiley had to fashion him a bed from a milk crate
Buttressed with sheet metal
Taken from a vat at the old Beverwyck Brewery.

He’d lived well (Better ‘n me, Jerry often lamented)
Though too well, perhaps,
And he’d fallen prey to the maladies of the leisure classes:
Gout, diabetes, a wheezing which sounded for all the world
Like distant cows lowing in a fairly stiff breeze.
The vet had given him any number of pills and potions,
But it all was no match for his appetite,
And he’d ended up taking the gas before he turned five.

It was decided, in the course of conversation and consolation
At the North Albany legion post bar,
That such a kind and devoted soul
Deserved a send off befitting a noble gent.
A collection was scraped together in short order,
And a viewing-***-wake took place at Jack’s Lunch
(Just up Broadway from Jerry’s place.)
Vittles Tuomi made a jerry-built coffin
Fashioned from the now-vacant cat bad,
And John Itzo snagged some fake flowers and a crepe-paper bird
From the brim of his wife’s old hat
(They being perched on a can of tuna soldered to the box
With the intent of nourishing him on his trip to the afterlife,
Jes’ like the pharaohs, according to Vittles.)
As the services progressed, some of the boys floated the notion
That the guest of honor should (under the cover of darkness, natch)
Be interred at St. Patricks, but Father Maguire,
Attending the do as the feline’s ex officio spiritual advisor,
Gently reminded the prospective pallbearers
That His Grace the Bishop had denied burial in consecrated ground
For lesser offenses, and it was finally decided that burial
(It was assumed that he’d been responsible
For an unknown number of progeny, and it was also rumored
That he had a brother or twelve up in Watervliet)
Would be private and at the convenience of the family.

Paddy met a *******
at a Pedestrian crossing
with a Poodle Painted
green on Patricks Day
Pretending to be Catholic
but he was a Protestant
because he walked on
the Orange and got Bradley
injured by The Secretary of
State Karen a Unionist to a
Papal Propaganda meeting
in Portadown attended by
Paisley-ites Pronouncing
Phonetic Parables in Portuguese.

you see in 2011 and 2012,, in around the time my cat lucky died, and my mate was getting

angry with his family, and told me that he hated to be my friend, and i remember that Scott

Mcdonald hated me mucking around the mall, and he died, and came back as lucky the cat

where he was having fun getting cranky with us, sometimes when we picked him up, and when

it rained, lucky would blame  dad for it, but scott was getting sick and tired of this, and created

voices from everyone that ****** me off, coming from people who didn’t, and my mate was slowly

turning off me, probably, scott/lucky’s spirit flying above, you see scott mcdonald owns pluto, in which

we call the love planet now, and from the love planet, scott sent voices into my head making my friend

say, i don’t want to be your friend anymore, don’t ring me, and also, scott mcdonald got into my head

trying to make me not understand my parents, which caused me to fight my parents, over silly things

and all because i was writing **** out of me, and when i went to adelaide in 2012, scott made my friend

not want to talk to me, this drove me nuts, and scott, said, i will **** lucky to make brian’s dad sane again

seeing lucky was in our family for brian,, which was a spiritual quest to see if brian can be calmed by animals

and scott, since i killed muscles due to mental illness, scott has been putting images into brian’s head

like turning lucky into a big cheetah or a big moo cow, and dad never understood, you see in 2013, my voices

at work became bad because lucky had died and scott needed to help me find him, and there was a pregnant girl

in the psych ward with me, who was carrying scott mcdonalds next life, cause i was doing what i did in 2004

and i did what i did, and scott used patricks voice kicking the girl, ya know like a baby does, saying let me out

let me out, brian is trying to be like me and this made the young lady feel weird, but she knew it was bnormal

and you see, as i get up, i hear voices all around saying, your shy brian, shut up woosey and the reason why i say

it was scott/lucky’s ghost because my friend didn’t hate, and also, scott put tabs on my phone, making it ring every

5 minutes making me write tickle tickle tim tum which got recorded on the telephone answer, and now, i can only

make calls, and not receive calls, because scott made andrew jarvis ring me up every day, and dad put a stop to that

with a bit of science from the third realm and while all this body problems, dad is on cloud 9, nursing lucky

saying, you can go off to the love planets, i have no idea if that lady’s baby survived or not, but buddha doesn’t want me to know that

but for dad, buddha wanted me to follow dads next life in instagram, saying, you know, nobody else

because, buddha said, we need to have your fathers next life protected, and you must never know who lucky is

unless fate brings you to him, you see the voices were really making me worked up, because i was keeping fit, 2004 and 2013

and the psych ward off i go, and instead of inning i do a brisk walk, which will keep me fit, you see as i write, i hear the negative me

from the 1990s calling out to me, GET ****** BRIAN, you are a little shy boy now brian, and many other things, like the time

i threw a spider on mum, she jumped, and i remember dad had a little laugh about that, with me, i remember i was swimming in the

pool, and mum squirted the fucken hose on me, because i was too fucken too noisy and i remember lucky being stuck up the trees

for a couple of days and scott’s spirit who was in lucky, previous life, ya know, well scott was getting sick of having his earth body with me, because

of my negativity because i was fat and i think scott mcdonald’s soul is in the young woman, if he or she survived

i am a hobo and a *****

and my best mate is thommo

i have a  beard and i never want to cut it

cause i am a hobo and there is no doubt about  it

i have salt coming from my sweat

because i am a ***** hobo

i have a filthy mind, you see if you tease me

i will tie you up with fishing line

i am a loser, because i am a hobo

being a hobo is better than being a big rich **** anyway

i feel i don’t want to work because i am an artist

i get my mates looking worried because they really care for me

hobos are cool hobos are cool, i am a hobo and proud of it

i wish patrick would get out of my head because i was a fool to ever think i was as straight as him

i am a hobo and i’m a *****, and i never shave oh no no

cause i am a hobo, and never put foot wrong unless you understand that i have changed

you see i hear patricks voice saying that he wants to do what he used to do

i say you know what used to did, he just used to

cause i am a hobo and a *****

and i work hard at cleaning the bad stuff out of my brain, yeah

i am a ***** and a hobo and patrick is a ******

i am young and i run free, you see patrick is old and grey

cause we are getting  on in years, and patrick is living in the past,  what a LOSER

i am a hobo and ypbbo, i don’t believe in being woosey clean

i am not to blame not to blame, for the problems of the world, it puts us in shame

a terror in paris and the world trade centre, it is horrible what the terrorists are putting this world through

i am a hobo and a ***** and my best mates name is thommo

and patrick is stuck with lyle, like what should happen

ya see dude i am ‘cool man’ and he said cool you, yeah cool me

your a boy mmmmmm i am a hobo and *****, i am having fun, dudes

Millicent hid a rotted tooth with her pretty hand , schemed every whimsical , nervous smile .. St. Patricks medallion hung prominent at the neckline , Millie scribbled in black marker on a company name tag ..
Her back to the building at closing time , an occasional laugh , whispering in a co-workers ear like girls do sometimes , glowing in the realm of a yellow security light .. Locked in brief thought , waiting for her ride home ...

i like people doing what they want to do

i can’t stand people copying me

cause to me, thet are very very nerdy

i think mum is too respecting of people

too caring cause i don’t want to meet my mates when i am 70

i prefer to be living in adelaide or maybe even hollywood

have my own television sitcom

i am a slob but i am no controller

if you want to tell me to stop

just think, i won’t listen, i am a hard case

my house isn’t too bad ya see

i get it cleaned once a week ya see

i don’t have to do the family thing

for the simple reason, i haven’t got a family ha ha ha ha

you see i hate people playing with knives

knives are used to **** people with

it is horrible to **** people, HORRIBLE

I ain’t getting killed, i want people to stop saying brian’s not a cool kid

i know how not to **** people off

i like computers, they are more fun than teasing and punching people

write it out of ya, i am straight i don’t like koomarris or norms cuddling up to me, i am not gay

i am as straight as a knife, i don’t want people feel they have got to muck with me

those people are losers anyway

don’t **** and don’t pity, i don’t do that kind of thing

i was telling someone voices, but i didn’t want any pity from it

i am a computer **** kid, my family are off to bed, so they can be left alone, what losers are they

you feel better sleeping on the chair like me

i hate nobody but horrible fighters, teasers and robbers

i am a nice kid, who really knows how to behave, (yeah like a buffoon)

i don’t like people living in the past with me, saying my brother and mummy are still cool kids

they are complete and utter losers, but i don’t **** them off, causer in life, i am happy

they are angry i am happy they are angry, if patrick mucks with my mum, i will walk past

his house and blast heavy metal music or stan right to her head, there is no such thing as an adult

i am a cool person, too old to be a kid, i liked patricks voice back then, it is just mum and dad were

worried about me, rightly so, but i am loving life, people who go to bed, just go to bed to die

i liked patrick, because he teased in a cool way but i hate his voice now, because i do what i wanna do

i am not into being bullied around, just because i don’t (quotey fingers) go to bed, sleeping on the couch

is what all famous people do, i haven’t got a family, so i am hiding from you, and then they say

your father isn’t around to protect you anymore briany, so watch your step, i understand when i was young

but now i know how to behave, like a nice person, who wants to help the poor by helping at common ground

and maybe just maybe, DONATE a few tapestries

a aee mr leonard thomas, tried to be like all his friends and foes, sometimes it’s positive

and sometimes it’s negative, you see he tried to be like his brother after he was shaken

for a piece of his lunch, and being like his brother really worked for him, and then he wanted

to do things, so he tried to be like his mummy and daddy, but all his school mates laughed at him

and didn’t want to be a friend to him, and this made leonard mad, and tried to be like like the

lunch bully, to shake up a few school kids, but not for lunch, he wanted these kids to suffer,

so he attempted to kidnap them, saying heh heh heh heh, and then he made his new mate

patrick, who showed him that all that was wrong, and pat showed leonard to PARTY, and because

of all the teasing in the past, leonard tried to be like patrick, to make himself feel better

and went around teasing all the men, and the people at the mall said, no your not like patrick, buddy, we are

and after people said that, leonard just wanted to fit in, so he ran up the road yelling saying i am still

cool, and your too shy, i am still cool, and your too shy, i am still cool, and your too shy, cool kids do what

i do yeah, only yeah mate yeah kids, do what you do, mate, but then more people teased him, and because

he tried to be like patrick, he has patrick in his head, teasing him his way, to stop leonard from getting teased

by hooligans, and leonard was tired of these voices and quickly he had to be like his dad and start to cook

for the mentally ill people at the local mental health drop in centre, he also went on camps and bowled trying to

be like sam marshall on home and away in the 1990s, and yes, he was a good bowler, but he was losing hyp side

as patrick said, i am not mucking with crazy leonard, but leonard had a lot of mates, so patricks voice wasn’t bad

and he cooked, washed up and did vacuuming and put the garbage out, and picked a few vegetables from the

garden, like what his mother showed him, and then all that trying to be other people, started to give him crazy person

voices, and one crazy voice, because at the bbq for the footy, leonard tried to be an old happy volunteer, you see

leonard tried to be like all these people, because, leonard is a lazy *******, and joining groups and trying to

be like other people, stopped leonard from being big fat and lazy, but it also gave him nasty voices which leonard can’t stand

and then leonard killed an animal trying to save it the wrong way, and rushed to the psych ward, put on risperidal, which

brought back his lazy community work, actually leonard was being yelled at by everybody, left right and centre

and he was also told, that to be like the in crowd, you have to have confidence in himself and a proper purpose in life,

you see leonard, has problems with people teasing him, all the people he ever tried to in his past was pushing leonard

down, to be lazy, leonard started to look up in a weird way, and he stopped taking risperidal and started taking seroquel

which gave him energy to run, and yes he tried to be the six million dollar man, to run up the road pretending to have bionics

and went into a job cleaning houses for the needy, for a few years, and then started to help out at ACTEW, leonard doesn’t

regret taking these jobs, mainly because it brought upon a superannuation payment, and cleared patrick’s voice of

take leopard’s pension, he can work, and leonard after all the helping he does in his life, he said, well give me superannuation

but it would be nice if fucken Tony Abbott would give me $2000 for that volunteer helping, but leonard doesn’t expect that

cause, he is a very nice person, and then he lost his paid job, after the seroquel made him hyped up enough to pump

words on the computer and go down and steal money from the hawker IGA, and drop a few dollars on the ground, so

the poor people can pick it up, and then leonard will go and throw everything over the balcony saying, i am cleaning

away my **** in him, leonard lost his 2 gnomes, but hopefully a poor man near him has them, it was leopards way

to help the poor, but it caused more harm than good for leonard, so off to the psych ward again, he met a girl who

was stabbing leonard with a plastic fork, and a bikie who ripped the TV out of the wall, jesus christ, the devil, god

and even elvis, leonard said he was greame thorne and george washington, copped a ****** serve by stupid quacks

and leonard was out right before XMAS, but not to his jiob, but then leonard, thought of reading his stories on youtube

and playing the local brumbies night live and the raiders show, both teams ******, but it was still fun doing the shows

leonard started doing art, really enough to rid all the stupidity from his brain, and started to perform in a play and poetry

slams, and sang a cool blokes version of the 12 days of christmas, it went down well for leonard, and got in a few

weird little fights, when he started to toast his successes with champagne, it’s the only time he drinks alcohol, and

then leonard started drinking coke, it’s good for his creative stuff, like gives him energy in a way, but the coke gave

leonard all of his times trying to be like other people, leonard says, must drink little bits, despite going to the mall

for many celebrational drinks of coke for his stuff on youtube, and leonard wants each and every voice, to fly up

out of his head, he will do great tapestries, but leonard, really needs odd voices to keep up his fun stuff, leonard

has to realise that the people he tried to be like ain’t his fucken stupid little daddy

quickly leonard be like me, before people say that your shy,

LEONARD IS BASED ON ME, OKEY DOKEY DUDES

St Patrick’s day
St Patrick’s day
The best day in the world
Where the streets are coloured green my love
The best day in the world
Lepricorns and green pizza slices
Having so much fun
People in green top hats smoking green pipes yes that is so much fun
St Patrick was a true Catholic
Who lived life to the full
Great Irish Sea shanty’s
Playing right down the road
Giving gifts in bags
To everyone in the crowd
Children’s dance groups
Dancing to true Irish music
Kids in back of police cars
Having a ****** ball
Also in fire engines
Putting out an Irish fire
St Patrick st Patrick
A day of fun for all

You are so terribly corrupted by the tragedy that lingers in your blood.
So terribly crumbled by the silhouettes in the night, how the shadows that dance reminds you so much of his.
You find yourself shrivelled by the world, haunted by your thoughts.
Yet my love, through your sorrows and woes,
I beg of you, do not forget.

Remember how he looked at you that day,
How you knew that you would hide that look on the tips of your eyelids for years.

Remember when he held your hand, when you saw the beauty in the world and with knees trembling, you knew.

Remember the thunderbolts that rioted in your soul when he traced your skin for the first time, when you were so electric and so terrified you could barely stand it.

Remember his mumbled midnight dreams and how he was so grateful that you were the last thing he saw, remember that those twists and turns that were, at one point, the most important thing in the universe.

Remember him, finding you, when you had encaged yourself in a silent room, full of so many things, that were beginning to drown you.
Remember how he was there.

Remember in your drunken haze, when you held his hand and led him through the streets. Remember when he held you, when he made you feel alright.

Remember when he followed you to the door, and how you felt when he held your wrists to stop you from leaving. Remember that.

Remember when you thought that it was simply so astounding, to have found him at all.

Remember that things are sometimes good and sometimes bad and most importantly, that anything worth having known in this world requires without doubt, an equal and brilliant mix of both.  

Remember that you were happy once and please don't be ashamed of that.

And above all, remember who you used to be.
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*"Beg yourself, my love, beg yourself,
To not forget who was knocking on your door.
In the rain, on Saint Patricks day."

I can claim it
as Australian
back then
when
it was fashionable
to steal people
from their homes
for trying to feed
their children

****** English curs

riding roughshod
over people herds
sending them
to the 'Colonies'

Oh, Irish I might be
except
that the English
had no problem
dealing the same fate
to their own

No, I don't claim Irish
for that alone
I claim 5th generation
Australian, on a Paternal side
Dad never was one to hide
the fact we were born
of a Bushrangers lot
I never forgot
where my Maiden name
came from

I married an Irishman

I am a Doogan
(spelling changed
when coming to this land)

I don't claim Irish
but am proud to be
a part of a heritage
that lives to be free
That just wants freedom
to have their own day
Not to be oppressed
by a country that has no right
to suckle at its breast

Happy St Patricks Day

:)

st patricks day in the land of green
every year this is day is seen
the pipers play to the crowd
who celebrate as they play out loud
they have parties and lots of things
to celebrate the day it brings
as the parades begin there fun
to mark the day it all begun
we wont forget this special day
in the land of green so bright and gay.