“We’re so proud of you…”, “We’re so proud of you…”.
“But Mannix! I’m lying in a hospital bed!”
“We’re so proud of you……”.
Oooh Ahh Up The ‘RA!
Oooh Ahh Up The RAH!
Faith, of Ripple Effect infamy, in the name of her very own youth rebellion movement RAH! As in Random Acts of Hooliganism! Senile delinquency leading juvenile delinquency into absolute, hilarious chaos!
Knacker drinking, skinny dipping in The Grand Canal by Portobello, breaking & entering…especially in Ballyfermot! Drug taking, joy-riding, car pooling, graffiti street art……
Chaos Theory: Life By Design: Planetary population of Mother Earth combining to create: Paradise, which is a planet that revolves around the sun!
Right-brain activity! My brain’s right hemisphere becomes so hyperactive that I am reduced to the mental capacity of a stroke victim! My shrink thinks this is hilarious!
It’s my Zone. Creative activities are flowing so fast inside me that all logic fades to grey. Grey matter. Numbed by reduced bloodflow to the dark side of the Zone, the logical left side of my brain.
Been talking about my forthcoming book for years! Brains Too Burn! My autobiographical accounts of living in the clutches of Ireland’s psychiatric system: systematically destroying lives in their quest to quell mental illness.
Nothing can quench the flames I feel in every last Chakra. My Sacral Chakra is absolutely on fire…I can always feel the heat blazing from my abdomen!
Had been working on my Solar Plexus before my right hand came to rest upon my Sacral Chakra one night & I realised that now, since perhaps my mood seems to have permanently lifted, I must make the very much of my long life creatively & procreatively!
My shrink once said I needed a solid run of 2 years without hospital admissions before I could consider removing my meds from the equation.
I’ll be popping out sprogs into my late forties so!
Babies!
Can’t beat em!
It’s against the Law!
I’m against the Wall…
Advertising a Stripping Service. As I once did on Facebook!
My cousin Theo was horrified! “Oh my God! Faith has just sunk to the lowest of the low! She’s selling her body on Facebook!” Oh no I wasn’t! I was encouraging unwanted calls from perverts to bug the shit out of the worst pervert I know. “Fucking Hairy Ape!” She would cry to all that would listen. And shock them to the core! TMI! Liar! Manic Bitch!
I’m no liar…I’m way too honest for my own good. I found myself lying uncontrollably last time I sat before my great fat community cursed cunt of a nurse if ever there was one. Like, I’m a dancer if ever there was one! I’ll dance myself into my tomb when I die! My little lies left me squirming in my seat & sweating in my cosy wosy faux fur coat. I’m a useless liar. I certainly can be brutally honest & often times highly verbally & if necessary physically abusive. ‘Chaos’ they call me. I am Faith. In The Ripple Effect.
Faith In The Ripple Effect 