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Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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  • Do You Think Anyone Noticed?

    You’re back and everything I lacked in your absence snaps back like a bent twig Or a thumb-racked elastic band Captain Beefheart’s Magic Band wrote my backing track, penned my heart song Dying is quick and the living’s long, my heart is quickening like a marching throng  Whistling Martian songs conquering shellfalls approaching the battle…

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  • First Grade

    Received by full moon psionic nudge Invited initiation down masonic lodge Trust me, scare at bedtime Podge and Rodge Of all cults they took pulse, supreme hodgepodge.

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    9th May 2024
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  • Volatile

    Six shots each most put to sleep, extended mag no six shooter She is dressed in elements, her eminent crest unfallen Crest of death’s bald head our night’s memento mori Too hot to touch, this blisterraiser, hell’s harlot Ms Fire You’re at home asking how a sure thing became a misfire So hot I could…

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  • Accruing Connections (Weigh Me Down For The River)

    Those you hold near and dear have you in chokeholds Bound in bronze chains tied to thick staves in postholes Whoever told you you know what a writer knows Either hated you, or it was a troll joke Nothing to say, words mired in throat during force choke.

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    9th May 2024
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  • Dalliance/D’Alliance

    Girl in a choker, hole in the head for slotting in Trocaire Dick so far down throat, Doug Polk how I poker, she’s getting the boke Tracing my dick through the pants on the train, Dick Tracey Cheeks sucking in when she hits the blunt, emaciated.

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    9th May 2024
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