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Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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  • Proff of the piff

    I am credit and glory stolen by Elias Ashmole I am mute to the floriate, strictured language of Moliére Self immolating monk, finally steely enough to test professed immortality  Lapsed professor overtaxed, pressured by mounting lessons Relaxing, trying to, heaped capfuls of sticky black Chinaman’s nightcap.

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    17th Jul 2024
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  • Willingly sinking

    Will he won’t he Willingly sinking, pocket stones Thrillingly singing, pocked throats Going deep below Though stationary feeling as of floating Upon enfolding ocean holding my mind Emotion tantamount to its motion I am a moon Immense Nephilim brawn of Earth’s atmospheric pressure Stars above, diamonds meshed Indra’s netted fates Leant Norns by Wotan. More…

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    17th Jul 2024
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  • Sound effects when I walk

    Cracking knees limbs joints fingers hips Producing mellifluous rhythmic crepitus Shuffling crypt walker Living aborted, death’s daughter I walk, sound like falling detritus When I leave and it won’t be immediately You hear bones pealing as I peel myself Raising swears, eyes ceilinged Moving as one mired in grief Shuffling unappealingly as through porridge A…

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    17th Jul 2024
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  • Horse

    My sable horse one who cannot be forced Endorsing tenets Horses can but be lead to water Never made drink, shadow-cowed Bucephalus. What horses think or deign to say mark truthful Speed of which horses are capable vehicle’s metric and zenith It is a horse’s endowment when a man has a big penis Ribald piebald,…

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    17th Jul 2024
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  • Get off the fags, Seussy

    Asked Dr Seuss to stop smoking but he didn’t Emergency room, morning 25th; how Grinch stole Christmas Cat in the Hat developing catarrh The Lorax with suspected pneumothorax.

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    17th Jul 2024
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