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Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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  • Weedy heady dreamy sleepy

    Got a dog stoned on Culainn’s stoop Green Istari wizard Tolkien’s illuminati of Illuvitar In appendices lonely Me and Bombadil for real ones only Smoking bits broken off Old Man Willow Got that green in large amount Nugs big, each one I’m keeping count Like fangs smilodoning below my snout I got that green, fumigate…

    alchemisland

    18th Jul 2024
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  • Shot for less

    Spray you with a killer Cillit Bang outside Apriles chip shop Off my hip, laser sight paint bindi on your brow Hindi before you drown in blood Should not have said that, wouldda shouldda could Plugged you for good Barrel sparking like too many plugs Everyone yapping, Primus too many pups Second shooter in the…

    alchemisland

    18th Jul 2024
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  • Cén t-am é?

    What time is it, ask the sky Surmising nine from its pie It’s coming tonight No pie in the sky Not desperate, not Dan Stuff your cow pie, asshole I’m Dan Dare with a space rifle, lying with aliens and warp-travelling. Waiting hours smoking dope Breath-stoking ashed hope Midnight lifting werewolves from living rooms Surveillance…

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    18th Jul 2024
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  • Dinner party

    If these dreams heavensent be Then the cheffing there’s magnificent Happy to break that bread unleavened Slather mayo on the Manna but reverently I’m not resident evil I’m resident greedy Whatever it is, slather a pat on and feed me Wanting fourths waiter won’t heed me, know he sees me Do I sound like a…

    alchemisland

    18th Jul 2024
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  • Trigger ignorant

    Never in life shot gun  Only in Time Crisis Three fat slugs quick sunk  Arising time of crisis. He leads me, blam blam blam Blood enough to lip a dram I cut across, span to span Holding guts inside with hands I come back from death, Osiris Call it luck of the Irish Born in…

    alchemisland

    18th Jul 2024
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