A beautiful day for a stroll into town. A decaf latte and all was well with the world. Until I had quick leaf through the paper . Stories of infinitely heartbreaking tragedy that left me feeling impotent and disgusted at the world. When I got home there was my surfboard lying serenely against the wall. Her pleasing lines calling me like Richard Pryor's crack-pipe. 'Come on baby, please take me out, I know you wanna get wet...' How bad I wished I could, to plunge into the cleansing brine, washing away all my sins, the sins of the world. To emerge renewed and purified, to achieve that state of exhausted bliss that felt better than any narcotic.
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Musings on Language, Surfing and Idleness.
about the name of this blog
A bad pun on the expression Welcome to the jungle. Teanga, (pronounced changa) is the Irish word for language and sounds, at least to me, like jungle.
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About Me
- Leo Cullen, Ireland
- My interests leave me very little time for work. I hope one day to become self-(un)employed in order to devote myself completely to the arts, surfing and the noble pursuit of idleness.
2 comments:
Hi! I know the feeling but at least we have the sea!
PS, apologies for the bad-novel-like prose:)
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