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    Brad Pitt and the pendulum My sullen, bond-melting pen Penless sow’s pendulous breasts gave slow milk which depressed. It resembled liquid leather espresso. Thousands of mice ground down Flying out of a muckspreader’s mouth.

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    6th Mar 2026
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  • hannibal ad portas

    Fur coat stowing, Pimms going Down nicely and the rest up my shrón Snow and smoke O-blowing Steady nose diet Steady nose dive Dying or thriving for coke Company private, wide awake ALIVE Higher than Avenue Five Tell the driver turn up the grime Drive us to Pimlico, bro, wanna go where Himilco goes Heavy…

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    5th Mar 2026
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  • Gain by murder

    Old murder stain immortal on the Molesworth floor Dirty kitchen corner Where in hornier cornmaking days we spent time cavorting Feasts fit for horned lords, sporting hunt blusterful Wide-ended blunderbussish his wondrous hunting horn Painted urn waxy and lustrous, bull blood red and bone dust white Depicting the blinding of one-eyed Polyphemus on the Sicilian…

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    4th Mar 2026
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  • Scrap pile messiah

    Hulking pile of tiger stripe debris, lightly spiced. Miscellaneous components. A robotmaker’s scree Oil-honking heavy sediment leftover from a long ago age of machines Rudiments, parts which tallied compose pieces Rat-proof, rust-dewed bones Some promising Honour Roll student’s yesterday thesis Belly-bent, shaped like a bowpart Like an empty mound waiting to be filled by some…

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    3rd Mar 2026
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  • Ocean omens

    Gilled Gods resurfacing after two millennia below surf Killing that gull wasn’t worth the full belly Hell’s worst rotating like armpit temperature sushi The shackles I made for my mind Had it so that small fires were greatly magnified to my eyes So the smallest of trials to my sight resembled a Titan A Mount…

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    3rd Mar 2026
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