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Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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    Show up at the airport ready for crime Misread the arrivals sign Show up every time strapped ready to die Asking, demanding, where stands this so-called rival of mine? I have a rifle with receipts Sports car with leather seats, neither rented I can dent it as pleases me if I need to Drive through…

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    25th Feb 2026
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  • Sibylline books

    Indulging in more lines than ordnance survey maps Best laid plan ‘twixt mouse and man Bat flight across vast mapless tracts In rightlight passing flies may cast dragonshadows A line millennia taut suddenly slackens And none of the consulted prophecies illuminate the pattern.

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    25th Feb 2026
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  • SoUp

    It wasn’t my decision to form an inquisition It wasn’t my intention to have your father stripped to his hips Then horsewhipped as he gripped and bit a timber It just happened, shit happens, sometimes it’s happy Other times it’s sad, just keep laughing Madly until happenstance passes, thankfully Nothing lasts, clear glass darkens unto…

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    25th Feb 2026
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  • Jade teapot

    Bus wheels roundround turning Ambient sound, constant low whirring Like turning windmills, static birds Commotion behind but I don’t turn I keep one in the chamber  Readies Drum pouched for later Quietly, steadily, definitely Weight displayed decimally Half for me, gonna decimate All day blunts to the face  Other half held back for Mikey  He’s…

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    25th Feb 2026
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  • God of the bus stop

    Dying to feel fuck all, get a buzz on at all times Bristling at cold whistling Spandau’s Gold at the bus stop, Ormeau Road With my hand out like a cordial offer to a former foe Passed the old graveyard, whistled Hymn to Pan, accidentally invoked Chaos I couldn’t control in my left hand Tossed…

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    25th Feb 2026
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