I’m seeing myself reflected in art I see
In the gallery, panting with shock I am near seizure
There I am hidden in a Bosch painting
Below a bulbed onion dome, dark-eyed demons forcing a flail up my parted arse.
Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge
I’m seeing myself reflected in art I see
In the gallery, panting with shock I am near seizure
There I am hidden in a Bosch painting
Below a bulbed onion dome, dark-eyed demons forcing a flail up my parted arse.
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