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Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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    Princess-shaped holes in windscreens  Holds true which wins days, engleams Wrists, better conveys man’s glory. Erecting middle fingers  And launching fists at God’s face.

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    12th May 2026
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  • Coughcaught every dog day has its dog day

    Adam apple in throat caught claret-handed, snake a-shoulder She asked was I holding, already knowing from the capacity of my coat She sat on said coat in my cold colt Peugeot, left it sticky, spilled Coke. Dog days living Cujo close with the blood-coated and deranged coterie Endeavouring to leave Measureless nebuchadnezzars of unpleasant ouzo…

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  • Ailing emperor of my life

    Summer in Dublin, I’m Sulla and I’m out pulling Bookish ones down from Glencullen, staying with cousins Or mad buzzers up from Belmullet, just out for the chugging Fulla suds snorting toboggan terrain Shouting Up De Flats, yiz cunts, at students from Spain congregating At the entrance to the lane where I’m selling MDMA Hero…

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    12th May 2026
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  • Attention beggar

    Nazarene distinct Adhesive gazes slink to my rays and stick to my preying face My father’s advice on my wedding day: Only the winked at should know a wink has happened. Took a Wing-Chun practicioner down, had him tapping I’ve got lines, master of microdots and dashes I did have weed but I breathed it…

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    12th May 2026
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  • Seaside session

    Fried off a frenzy of pulls clasp my elastic pulse My Learish ears hearing only unfriendly jeers My friends half-horse like Firenze In the Benz, smoking full send A friend’s friend had the brass balls to ask for ends Plenty of lies between indulgent guys Fry-frenzied gulls dive spitefully toward piping chips They have become…

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