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Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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    They fidget on pews The Lord’s body abused My church of good news Easy accrues a mill views Even my food is loot My amuse bouche Cost more than your shoes They have loose lips these louche gits Money hand over fist, well equipped Well corrupt, into publics dipped More hoverers than a fly strip…

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    3rd May 2024
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  • Expired License Day Drive

    Finally got my limo Can’t drive that’s the thing though  Touching Her in the back Frisky dingo More holes than Ozone I’m accumulating orgone Energy converting to orgasm Drunk driving home  We knock down cones Bird in back says I’ve the lonely bones Result assured like the fight was thrown No chance I’ll spend tonight…

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    3rd May 2024
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  • Console Booting Up

    Head spinning broken satellite  Head held low pattern saturnine Couch potato sat at nine News is on, they’re lying Pen you when you don’t tow the line Men do what they want most the time Half of them shackled, rest of them dying  For fistfuls of shekels  PS5 been off a while  Massive drain the…

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    28th Apr 2024
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  • Dark Bride 

    You’ve got bridal dreams  Homemade dress faultless seams This day is made for you it seems  Caught a glance behind the bridal screen At the one who bridled me  Her leg upon a chair lifting garters past her knee Pictures on the bridal green  Look so neat they’re whistling Fried green tomatoes at the whistle…

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    28th Apr 2024
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  • Range-r

    You’re a target range I’m on a turkey shoot Like milchig plates  I bury the loot If you want it strange  I’m a mystic too If you want outrage Ensure you tune in soon  Blackened like a heroin spoon  My smoke racked lungs will pack up soon.

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    28th Apr 2024
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