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Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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  • Sentient pelvis

    The Necromancer raised aloft his haggard cane, then spake A black Cainite recitation, from an umentionable book of hate, As lacquered odalisques trysted twistedly before blistering obelisks. Desires escape does a skeleton once awake, Scratches and scrapes nailbreakingly skin’s underside. Its coffin lid our graffitied hides.

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    12th Jun 2026
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  • A quiet word between gentlemen

    When in Siamese proximity residing, much by necessity is implied And all requires prior design. At wan light time, whitewashed, swannish With haughty day’s honest fire quashed The first Boche-shell burst of uncurtained eternity; far Mars a fox hanged. Labourers dusty return hungry from thankless days parading oxgangs Maintaining mortarless gates, sustaining estate selvedges Surveying…

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    11th Jun 2026
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  • Something else, for a change. A poet I enjoy.

    This person writes poems I really like. If you like my stuff, you might enjoy theirs. I hope you do.

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    10th Jun 2026
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  • Paranormalice

    Heady eves, claret headed in an empty garret Spread eagled in my empty-feeling marriage bed My head among plenty eaves, leaving me as I slept What crept unseen kept my eager fascination A ledge beleaguered with mementos Some allegedness made treacherously manifest Bittered dimensions raised this fae. It lay in bestiary ledgers A crime of…

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    10th Jun 2026
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  • Reserving my impatience for you

    Obeyed nature. The Maker’s paternal force The source of all this unstasis. Divorced of social mores and enforced modalities Her gorse love I am forced to grasp ungloved I cannot catch the moray eel with my bare hands But that is what they demand of me, the laughers on the banks. The weight I daily…

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    9th Jun 2026
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