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Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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    A1 lines, A4 white, A2 sized I pop pills no B2 Bill a spliff, a V2 Skinny jeans seat her winning hoop Betty Boop in see through, I’m glued In the mood shoes, heatseeking fluids First my mind then my room she’s streaking through What must out outs, like MeToo If weed’s smell displeases you,…

    alchemisland

    17th Jun 2026
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    alchemisland, creative writing, poem, poetry
  • Stormpassage

    Panes shaking like an unmedicated patient Raving to a patient vocational doctor about imminent invasions Jowls wobbling with an emptying sink squelch Shaking as Caesar did during seizures, in ancient day. Our single-glazed casement loose in its tray Might break like a skater’s ollie-displaced collarbone. This unbagged wind Ulysses depinned hoping to reach Ithacan home…

    alchemisland

    17th Jun 2026
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    alchemisland, creative writing, poem, poetry, storm, wind
  • Well misspent afterlife

    Marrow’s memory whose tremolo’s tremor and nightmare Frightened in some titanic, ice-lit beyond, where sight dares not. Her carelessly fired arrows vagabond O’er Paris like shadows of old bondage, Showering with bird physiology shadows cobbled streets In a quiet yonder of cobbled together book plots and borrowed memories Scattering the tamed sparrows of my levelled…

    alchemisland

    17th Jun 2026
    Filí my pockets
    alchemisland, creative writing, poem, poetry
  • Stonemad

    Bespoke by Coco Coat collar exposed Real blood kind people died mining No rhinestones. Light stowed Owned home Rococo, dual tones Know my jeweller is getting promoted Ruby chain with links for days, emerald molars I eat green with my greens, I smoke weed and screed in its screen Tapestries elaborate above the quad queen,…

    alchemisland

    16th Jun 2026
    Filí my pockets
    alchemisland, creative writing, poem, poetry
  • Tarother

    One gay fool – phrase take using retired use Debuts his newest jewels, to boos. Day’s drool, cruel sun spits camelly lake-drying humors. My heart an aching pit of limb-taking stakes and rumours. My love is a removals van, My result is empty spans. A moment’s sample of their vantage Served to make all I…

    alchemisland

    16th Jun 2026
    Filí my pockets
    alchemisland, creative writing, poem, poetry
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