THE BLOG OF DISQUIET :Qweir Notionsin the Armpit of DiogenesbyDINGO the DISSIDENT binge-thinkersinceFebruary 2008.
Sunday, 31 January 2021
Young Mr Yeats feels his belly rumble at Thoor Ballylee*.
I will arise and go now into the scullery, and a small omelette cook there of magic mushrooms made. Nine wines have I to choose from, and fresh stream-water free, and a simple board with plate and damask laid...