I can tell my grammar is probably all over the place, but I'm a little disturbed over some of the shit I saw, so I apologize for the especially broken nature of my posts at the moment.

D'fhiafraigh na hamadáin seo a comhthírigh iad féin a mharú i ngeall ar dhifríochtaí polaitíochta. Do chonaic mise an cac seo, le mo shúile féin. Is trua liom go lé mé é sin.

Plus she had a poem on mashed potatoes, which I enjoyed lol

Her writing is beautifully evocative in both languages and bridges the gap between brutal reality and the surreal

Do sháraíomar an tromluí seo uair amháin, is féidir linn é a sárú arís. Ní dóchas a chailleadh riamh, mo chairde

*blianta

Go gcócarála /ɡɔ 'ɡoːkəˌɾˠɑːlˠə/
Go gcócarálaimid /ɡɔ 'ɡoːkəˌɾˠɑːlˠəmʲɪdʲ/
Go gcócaráiltear /ɡɔ ɡoːkəˌɾˠɑːlʲtʲəɾˠ/

Go gcócaráiltear an stobhach roimh an dorchadas - May the stew be cooked before dark

Cócarálaim /koːkəˌɾˠɑːlˠəmʲ/
Cócaráil /koːkəˌɾˠɑːlʲ/
Cócaráladh /koːkəˌɾˠɑːlˠəx/
Cócarálaimis /koːkəˌɾˠɑːlˠəmʲɪʃ/
Cócarálaigí /koːkəˌɾˠɑːlˠəɟi:/
Cócarálaidís /koːkəˌɾˠɑːlˠədʲi:ʃ/
Cócaráiltear /koːkəˌɾˠɑːlʲtʲəɾˠ/

Let's cook pancakes tomorrow.
Cócarálaimis pancóga amárach.