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Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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  • Codex describing antient wartime

    Who induced this uncouth carouse We cannot recall. The youth treated our retreat by boat and beating wing like a cruise. One beating hardly makes bleating sides equal The only surety is that one side will lose A recluse imagines twofold defeats Dragons and their dispatch by means of knightly feats.

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    12th Jun 2026
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  • Tastedriven

    I wasp about her for a glimpse of bare leg She wafts her scent Copper taste like length-licked nickel coins Her leopard breath would tempt a coy. My vantage coign the suitorworn step between shadow-crept foyer And unkempt bed. I am lost, MIA as De Loys’s ape, seeking her pain-seeding chamber. I am shamefully faraway…

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    12th Jun 2026
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  • Never get what you want

    The ebon spumes of our funeral minds entwine fantastic A melding chemical wedding. All proves elastic, malleable, bends To desire’s shape. Bends, shaking frenzy, all portending disaster And pursuing alas, for pleasure alone And nothing from nothing, so Shakespeare wrote.

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    12th Jun 2026
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  • Courting a sorceress

    I feel a bastard’s rejection Masterless, my knifed cask asked lacking direction My protected heart electively plated in hard, gnarled, scarred armour Slept alarmless corset-tight confined inside a casket of blasted firestone The pyrearm force of her attention retired to legacy my defences She cast upon that vast deep a dark-kin shadow, she a Pegasus…

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    12th Jun 2026
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  • Oneiric Irish

    In half-forgotten dreams When my mind is cottoned by weed I am throttled worthy by a Hobbish queen’s curved dirk The Great Work of acquiring her mercy At all costs her mirth Her lifting attention drifts in unforecastably, in starts and fits And fitful bursts. My cursed person she illusions with purpose She commands all…

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    12th Jun 2026
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