Alchemisland

Up early Saturday morning

It’s a Saturday, thank fuck I’m alive Woke up at five, up before the lark Dark still, beneath a sill Stillness amidst rilles sinuous What’s more than diurnal I use the earth as my urinal So I the early bird can see worms turning. I’m the ancient of days, patient in the Aldi queue Bread’s…

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20th Jul 2024

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Molly doggy style outside Holly King

Never fucked under a full moon but with you, God, anything We’re both chewing our jaws off Ears getting chewed off too Weeping, talking about our favourite tunes Shoes off, doing waltzers through the dew Never had this brew before but it’ll do the job Head’ll need to be boomed before long if I don’t…

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Kitchen sex

I’m in the middle of kitchen, all my rings in Masonic ring you bought me ill-fitting Fixtures and fittings shaking Caesar having a seizure having crossed the Rubicon I’m gone beyond, shaking caesar salad dressing down what a dress covers I’m a breast lover not your best lover. Tell you to wind your neck in,…

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Patriot prating

Here you listen Every heard of Lincoln Nerd tell you what can’t fit on your USB Motherfucking U S A

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Boxing priest

Box of chips from Apriles let drop Making karate chop hyah sounds when he throws a shot Know by his dark black socks and fast feet that it’s the boxing priest Asking what’s the point like a man whose never seen a spear before I whisper the answer into Van Gogh’s severed ear I’m entering…

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