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Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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  • Encountering another place

    Lifelike shapes rose on mauve tails Light and freightless as a barren babyless Or a carriage to which Dick Turpin offered bag emptying terms Smooth surfaces, no nails Without rivet, marks of making, maker’s marks These arks, with ne’ry a buffering moment Start out across promiscuous stars Through mysterious bores open like a starving’s mouth…

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    5th Jun 2026
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  • With the plus

    Lottos a lot like duels According to my useless jotter’s blot-polluted musings I hate having recorded these discordant delusions But the allusion no water throughs; Me against you. One from two, for all the jewels. Rules, few as you would consent to The people one runs into, in such places one would never expect We…

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    4th Jun 2026
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  • Applefar

    Talk about planned obsolescence Mad all, road-pulled by pheasant instincts. A clan of manful men hide-clad: me, my brother, and dad Whose breezy freeness easies people, even the creed-y; Strove the greedy to inhabit those golder frames made By his gilding assess; or gelding; or dismaying alternately. Bladelike wielded phrase What he proclaimed became best.…

    alchemisland

    3rd Jun 2026
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  • Unsleep’s worst mysteries

    Six figure sheep count at pealess duckdown bedtime Fewer Zs than the Bible translated into Irish Passion-occupied Byron sister admiring My silver-stealing magpie woes This stilting evening grow Cathedral sized Toothed finely, on stilts. My nine size G.P. Martens fused new carpet With her love’s black widow spider.

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    3rd Jun 2026
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  • A prayer to Apollo for help

    Limn I like a land-liking siren, to the prince of deceit, who lies Sweetly. The opium of his perjury leeched their turgid souls. Hymns to He whose scrying circles Circumscribed jacinth be ivory Which exert in crying at absurd mortal triumph And oddly preserve observed light Shine frighteningly, like trialled witches deemed guilty of posterior…

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    3rd Jun 2026
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