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Alchemisland

Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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  • Speedslows

    Smoking C4, consigned high proof packages to seafloors Spent everything to force to seek more my sloth soul, abhors Going anywhere. Blaring E17, cat who got the cream not E45 Motion in D4, drove pedalfloored over ebikes, sports mode downroad My thriving promotions stored unnoticeably, stowed. Slow Download speeds, I learn with ease So you…

    alchemisland

    20th Jun 2026
    Filí my pockets
    alchemisland, creative writing, poem, poetry
  • Caveat emptor

    Seizing products to upsleeve To increase my degrees One tablet to stretch it. Another, fleetingly Makes my wretched flutter to something other than total hardness. The knacker’s horse too used to his miserable yard When led to pasture splits apart like a tossed bauble Exploding against a tiresomely maudlin fatherbrother’s braincart. She has about her…

    alchemisland

    20th Jun 2026
    Filí my pockets
    alchemisland, creative writing, poem, poetry
  • The oracle’s eyes

    Her every facet stows madding fantasy She is that mansion languishing into ruinous beauty What she sanctions on a whim becomes my sacred duty Her jewel-sister epistle readers seem to reflect, to my eagerness, the best The worst of me is deflected She is election manifest, her selection anoints Austral her voice, she entices the…

    alchemisland

    20th Jun 2026
    Filí my pockets
    alchemisland, creative writing, poem, poetry
  • Starry Baroness

    When star-mottled night descends like a child robbing Shrike, When senses tighten tyrant’s purselike Wetting vellum, the Inspirant’s burst dyke After an hour’s imbibing The inviting vessel relayed forth and back like an old relation’s Bible Until our bottled lightning reached its salival final gulp Mimed having had enough before demanding her cup filled A…

    alchemisland

    19th Jun 2026
    Filí my pockets
    alchemisland, creative writing, fantasy, gothic, love, poem, poetry
  • Tie-dye cloak and dime store diet diadem

    The oak and leather rocking chair belonging to the dead Man the carer Sarah had managed, had considered friend Which months three bottomless languished Slammed madly, self damagingingly, a damned language. The rocking bed I bled to rest inside me refreshes A sensitive’s leatherstocking’d feet fed to fetters In letters both o’er-blunt and digressive Born…

    alchemisland

    19th Jun 2026
    Filí my pockets
    alchemisland, creative writing, poem, poetry
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