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Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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  • Have that

    Had that flow you was going with Had that blow you was snorting up Had that ye make the shorties rub Had that chaz make a raucous club. I’m snorting dust Until my dust is dust Got cocaine lust Dash flushed with snowflakes Flush it or away ten years Push it, you know I got…

    alchemisland

    18th Jul 2024
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    alchemisland, neuralchemy, poem, poet, poetry
  • OH EIGHT SEVEN

    Gimme a call Burst ball it won’t bounce Chance is a lamb Panther poised to pounce Painting house walls one colour Man’s red flower Paint tray my mouth Scores or ounces, seek my council Order’s in, Son, you cannot cancel. Know break you buy? Here it’s talk you die Pie is mine, I decide your…

    alchemisland

    18th Jul 2024
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    alchemisland, neuralchemy, poem, poet, poetry
  • 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
    Filí my pockets
    alchemisland, neuralchemy, poem, poet, poetry
  • 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…

    alchemisland

    18th Jul 2024
    Filí my pockets
    alchemisland, neuralchemy, poem, poet, poetry
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