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Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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  • Prayers one must be pissed to whisper

    Incantatory methods excited senses already titillated by desensing spirits, Not the kind which’re methylated, nor which gain quick by aethyric limits. A God who rewards unlealty with untimely illness; If one time Your brood should misalign, failing thereby to provide the wave-breast, The whole world might be swept away again, Despite what the rainbow said.

    alchemisland

    7th May 2026
    Filí my pockets
    alchemisland, creative writing, poem, poetry
  • 3 all nighters a week

    Wind howling like Fenrir unshackled There’s no going back and I’m never going back Packing a coner so much it hardly smokes, never gonna lack That much I know. Count my bucks that way I know How much I sold After the afterglow, when the ‘you have to gos’ are going home Glozing through the…

    alchemisland

    7th May 2026
    Filí my pockets
    alchemisland, creative writing, poem, poetry
  • Lipbluer

    Reciting passages from singed outsider Bibles reconstituted post-bonfire Imbibing Paranoia Cabbage unto my demise, the most monged, soul high Standing pat with packs, logoed back Tradeless Jack jacketless in the jagged lobby My lagging hobbies symptomize a winding down mind Confination’s self-conflagrating conclusion Nothing’s useful when one’s youthful aloofness is harpooned A shooter’s instinct unpated…

    alchemisland

    7th May 2026
    Filí my pockets
    alchemisland, creative writing, poem, poetry
  • Witch faith

    E’en shaved close the once-clothed foliate face of the woodsman’s place Bore the taint of embrace Pockmarked, far-reaching tattoos old ivy produced Shades of was-bark. Of that place’s wick-ignorant, witch-busy nights Many passers by, if they slowed to admire the sky Reported having felt some dispelling or disarming starkness. Oft moons harkened until sparks abused…

    alchemisland

    7th May 2026
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  • Let the best suit person attend the task

    My way of surviving Clinging to the side Of the first person who walks by With some life behind the eyes. Giving to be wise; That one-eyed Viking primate has seen tithe’s zenith, His sky-climbing wild wives were fighting seeresses, brides divine. Who can prise it free is not necessarily who best plies a thing.…

    alchemisland

    7th May 2026
    Filí my pockets
    alchemisland, creative writing, poem, poetry
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