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Alchemisland

Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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  • Egopuncture

    Looked at pictures of blown up soldiers Then told her whilst stoned I’d studied marine biology in an esteemed college at home It grew falsely like steam in a chamber without a casement For it to escape Chambered shamelessly for any close scrapes, dosing dangerously.

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    29th Apr 2026
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  • The brakeless truck of Soon May hitting a Frostheart head on

    Gelid stars guide me A lipsy, fang-enveloping smile even friends describe As tricksy seeming, marking a schemer or such unseemly The mad fizz and shook Coke spillover of a bold May Everything is willow now and will sprout Ephebe spirit has all things endowed But my revolving core of mutable ice is Like Yetis and…

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    29th Apr 2026
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  • Hasty burial

    Ground too hard or too proud to glaive He explained gravely, plus or minus some words the Lord forgave. The baleeny veins of his Bernini handback drained his flooded brow A mighty thirst was prompt obeyed, he knocked back his amount. He didn’t whorify his unglorifying ways on our account. The horror of his blotched,…

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    29th Apr 2026
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    alchemisland, burial, creative writing, death, funeral, occult, poem, poetry
  • Angelic legacy

    To shepherd’s delight, sky fluster’s pie Meanwhile, angels in tatty dusters shuffle house to house Muttering under blessed breaths the breadthless names Infinity gave itself with a quill of flames. On the bottom shelf, frayed and yellowing, Its binding frail, a mislabelled book of names; Those who will enter paradise through its famous gates. Thumbed…

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    29th Apr 2026
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  • The why

    I’ve eaten meals whose completion is tantamount to martyrdom Scores of corpses, strange corps of flagellants carted them To a burning place upon the furze-furnished moor at Burnhaimlaice. I’ve dined cold on a thousand mould-drenched trenchers Not to have to work. Coughing down coffindown, prophet-mouthed spiders, and vile flowers, Not to have to serve. Having…

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    29th Apr 2026
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