Month: Feb 2026
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Baron
Hang them high was my motto, until it was I that was to be hanged Revered flying ace eats flak over Greenland Wolflaugh then a distant bang Everything’s eventual, friend, and that’s that. How quickly things change: quick as windwhipped pages Parade indexwise from contents.
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Odes of a flat broke
Considering wholesale embrace of evil Seductive favour better for teasing Than a bowl of vinegar. Quiet as treason the slow change in me. Less like the resolution of last season Than a chiefly specimen dying slowly Of Dutch Elm Disease A wasting away wheeze by wheeze Until at last this phlegmous me ceases breathing Odd…
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Single basket
No one thing will hold my happiness whole The egg-heavy basket long in tipping bowls over Their broken shells like so many helms What skulls they held stoven like Bella’s elm.
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Seating arrangements and event planning discussions for real adults
No sitting furniture required. She uses my face like a recliner, where else? My sinus bones are eroded like a cokehead’s, owing to her coccyx grinding She groans and fucks like only the lonely can If I’d written Eleanor Rigby, it would’ve included a depressing blowbang With yellow marigolds before and after, and cummed tissues…
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Her vagina was the saga-secreting wound in the back of a dying Valkyrie
Darker and dark those arts I practiced More brutal whips were cracked Until her latticed flank resembled the Nazarene’s back And still she came back She came and came and came, and drank All that came Lank days, greased straight In that post-beef languor Full sex no hang ups Had to leave sorry notes up…
Alchemisland 