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Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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  • Love which only a witch can give

    The lash whip colludes with guilty skin against a ship’s central flue My fast twitch moods Brood with chimp changeability A sky in moody gold deemed too dear in cost for plebians to behold. There are those among us gifted with strange abilities, so I am told. The cold main course of my line-toeing life…

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    28th Apr 2026
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  • The eye trader

    To cool it down Blowing on her pussy down Like its the mouthpiece of an ocarina Sidepiece looking Xena In armour that couldn’t repel a flea hop Forget ten of the best lopping chops from my bastard sword Swore around a bastard, wore the lesson purple black as long as it lasted When it lashed,…

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    27th Apr 2026
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    creative writing, poem, poetry
  • In the solar

    Mugging the sun at knifepoint. Up close, in the pocket with Apollo, Until my cooked eyes run like liquid birds from cloven eggs. Black as old potbottoms, no more than shell holes, Issuing listless smoke in storm-redolent spirals.

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    27th Apr 2026
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  • An examination of force

    Long gone the days  Of legions unafraid  Chasing Mithridates  From the city walls  To the shores of Euphrates. The scored shield of the gloried legion, Now a sprouting boundless must have edges found for it. The pitiless strength must be fitted With satin gloves more fitting For making love poetry Than subduing rebel tribes. This…

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    27th Apr 2026
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  • The hateful sun’s tongueblistering hymns

    To taste the SunSon, I sucked vinegar and blood from the sponge A cackling Roman forced the wincing Christ to suck for succour. Older than the bog’s butter the names I must mutter Dark splutters which muster summonable others. When She sings, however shrilly, leathery wings begin to flutter In some divorced and gushing void…

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    27th Apr 2026
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