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sod, but not of art by hand of God. Barriers, as these, mock celestial consciousness. And - THAT - is why this place is so grey. God refuses to color within these lines. Behold - Belfast - where men shun His likeness with daily blasphemies hurled at self. Christ, use your eyes! Harbor? Harbor? That implies safety, tranquility, sanctuary. Where in God's name do you find any of that? Are we content only by low expectation, frenzied only to political masturbation? Go home. Climax to your own contingencies until you go blind to the bleakness of this shit hole called Belfast. - Gavin McGuinness