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Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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    They buried me in a hole for two I prepared these routines to amuse you On the table, black back spoon my amuse-bouche I get my orders from a downtown photobooth A name, a place, a pair of new boots Just like that, like shot scared horses, on the move All trace I was there…

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  • New Shoes

    I don’t remember the last time we stopped moving New schools, new faces, always on the move But tonight we’re slowing down, catching a movie Hopefully, he licks his lips, something with nudity She’s awkward in the porno theatre, this is all new to me you see Travis Bickel social skills, and a coming blood…

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  • Blindcorner

    That many cameras and no CCTV in the tunnel, seems funny Aided and abetted by aunty, pedohive BBC The Queen’s holographic disguise glitched, revealing that her skin is green Tell her the job is done, keep her pleased I read a story about a sparks finding human limbs and torsos in her freezer And that…

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  • Durt

    Elbow grease weedy handshakes in seedy backstreets I’ve got a bag of sweets sweep you off your feet I could stand out in the street, eyes unseeing, and still beat you at Tekken Text some whores, more at eleven.

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  • One big bath

    In the bay Pulling the plug from the world’s bathtub One hard tug and it’s done Out goes bathwater, out goes baby Bio reads outgoing, wants a baby On that front I’m unsure I’m afraid, mark me maybe Where before I saw internal sparks Like a duct taped engine starting up and spluttering Now replaced…

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