Month: Jan 2026
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The gurgled songs of demise
For some All webbed crisscrossing roads lead to everliving now-Christian Rome For me, all roads lead to a full cart on the Chrome Hearts webstore Rolling in it. What’s he rolling up a ten for? Smoking three man bones to one Down to the nib, to the very last pull, rolling with it Like the…
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Don’t worry, that’s just Mr Crowley practising invisibility
Talked big but sandbagging now you might get downdragged Loud bags, proud dad sending packs off Crackpowder on the scales in the house, don’t rip the tags off Not tipping in my favour then the racks off Tell you it’s all gravy then switch, smash you with a broken Tyski Have waxed birds in bikinis…
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Raining eggs smashing when they land, smelling of old sick and resembling rancid mash
Darkening a debtor’s door Score settler with a dark heart you shouldn’t test, lifewrecker Once fled, showed him a different head: part man, part red setter Preggers despite rhythm method and using her pooper hell for leather In this pecker, too many swimmers like an Indian public pool in June.
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Approaching close, pointedly staring customers out of it because I’m anxious to bail at six on the nose
Wiping my nose like a bad dose Statham crank, using bank notes At Ballaly station in ballies, extolling vanity No gloating, in robes leaving votives before a lotus postured goat So many bad hoes Giving me throat, moaning like Glados They’re not bad, haven’t seen me mad Yet, and they’re jumping at shadows already I’m…
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I stabbed eight guards to death with a sharpened wooden spoon, all to propitiate a dark shark god I accidentally shook awake
Kept the gate for ages Learning lots I’m a smart ape Tools, fires, metals allied, then it’s stone age bye bye Bye the bye I learnt what time The guards took breaks and broke for it, scrambled to the top Close scrape but got away like the Louvre heist perpetrators I’m smoking purp watching the…
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