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  • Forced to tongue greet the pavesmacking flatpart of a professional insect stomper’s shoe, forever

    AIB giving fat percentages to me High interest of high interest to me Someone leaning on your phone keys Only time you see more than three zeroes No heroes, no haloes, no flags, no bearers No real mates, no limpets, no vampires, only blood sharers With close ones I’m bread sharing With strangers my coldness…

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    18th Jan 2026
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  • Extra extra readallaboutit Witchfinder exposed in cloud hack, leaked pics show self-named witchfucking world tour

    You in the hatchback Your missus I’m macking on, lipsmacking viewfindering the stacks You’ll find her in the jacks or the back of my jag The end of my cannon she’s snacking on Only God I’m worshipping Mammon Blew out her back hatch You can’t stitch that borehole back She has that porno snatch Giving…

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    18th Jan 2026
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  • Buying Wainwright Guides of Hell’s layers

    Saffron sprinkled on whatever I’m snacking on Give me a tinkle, never let it attempt three rings, no Elven Kings Order for delivery and I’m gone all weathers No long like Josie’s gone Darker than Carl Weathers Dark words for dark feathers Marked since birth to do dirt with dark fellas From stark hells, boj…

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    18th Jan 2026
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  • On the cusp of true aging, having accomplished nothing; thank god my Spotify listening age was 22

    Tan dubes, bootcut jeans from Dunnes, in N64 blue Was “when I’m”, now it’s “then I was 64”, dude Skin saggy, cracked and lined Still able to crack a laugh, drop a good line at an opportune time Cracking a can, barely shift hear cracking in the hands Looking back, Lot’s wife backglanced got salted…

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    18th Jan 2026
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  • Who would have thought that a religion consistent primarily of bone tossing, stick placement, and frothmouted fireside feats of drug-stoked imagination, could result in the creation of lasting works?

    Into the ganja Throwing hacked off hands, parts of a man, into the ngenga I am an avenger, I do not fear adventure From here I shall venture Out, bring censor to this louddread sceadugenga If you provide us with that censure The sensei said with a lord’s surety Surely I would be made a…

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    18th Jan 2026
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