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For the Good Times

David Keenan
Chapters (15)
  1. Cover
  2. Landing Page
  3. For The Good Times
  4. Epigraph
  5. Contents
  6. Part One: The Swan, In Return
  7. Part Two: The Best Decade What Ever Lived
  8. Part Three: Bobby Sands Has Come to Pass
  9. Part Four: A Word Set Teeth into Silence
  10. Part Five: The Ocean and the Shore
  11. Part Six: The Hood of The Snake, what is Miracle
  12. Copyright credits
  13. About the Author
  14. Also by the Author
  15. Copyright

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Landing Page

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For The Good Times

David Keenan

Epigraph

Is there not joy ineffable in this aimless winging? Is there not weariness and impatience for who would attain to some goal? And the swan was ever silent. Ah! but we floated in the infinite Abyss. Joy! Joy! White swan, bear thou ever me up between thy wings!
– The Master Therion, Liber LXV

Can the ocean keep from rushing to the shore? It’s just impossible.
– Perry Como, ‘It’s Impossible’

This ‘new soul’ should have sung, not spoken.
– Friedrich Nietzsche, Introduction to The Birth of Tragedy

Contents

  1. Title Page
  2. Epigraph
  3. Part One: The Swan, In Return
  4. Part Two: The Best Decade What Ever Lived
  5. Part Three: Bobby Sands Has Come to Pass
  6. Part Four: A Word Set Teeth into Silence
  7. Part Five: The Ocean and the Shore
  8. Part Six: The Hood of The Snake, what is Miracle
  9. Copyright credits
  10. About the Author
  11. Also by the Author
  12. Copyright

Part One: The Swan, In Return

: I’m like an angel, come back into the past, to tell I’s Now, that it is here right Now, and that this is Christ Jayzus speaking from the cross, and the screws kept their distance.

He was telling I’s about Bobby, who was coming in and out of a coma. Bobby is echoing, He says to I’s, by means of time and space; Bobby is lagging.

Christ on a stick – what?!

This is His Father who has forgotten Him, the priest says to I’s. His body is here amongst us, lags, he says. His body is here all divided up amongst us. He points to the emaciated boys in the room, to all of the Jayzus to come, and it’s like a painting on the wall of a cell in heaven, remembering. And I’s are seeing it for themselves.

Ask Him for heaven, one of the lags says to the priest, ask Him how it goes in heaven. Lags, Christ Jayzus says to I’s, in the voice of a priest in H3, lags, He says, it goes without being. Then, speaking for Himself now: I am love in the angles. This is The Dead Zone: The Place Of Endless Echoes.

Father, He says out loud, Father, but it is Himself that is speaking. Sure is that yourself Father, He says, and He reaches out as if to touch Himself on the cheek.

And what the priest says is that Jayzus was with The Blanketmen and suffered as they did themselves, which meant that The Blanketmen would likely be in agony till the end of the world. And that a river of gold runs from a garden of Africa name of Belfast called the Free State. And IRA is called after Immortal Revenging Angels. And UDA is called after Under Daemonic Aires. And the earth has only been alive for two thousand year. But there’s an eerie atmosphere about the place.

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