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Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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  • Autofuneral

    Started without a pot to piss in Now I’m head of a system Head of the page, top of the list Find a way to make your petty hatred pay; it’s all grist Out when the mercury dips, out in the thick mist It’s all the same end of the day, I can’t miss If…

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    24th Feb 2026
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  • Cokesprite in a Maccer’s cup

    First things first, some animals have to be smothered Or, if you’ve the stomach, bloodied. Out in the garden during summer, wrapping something up – not a mummy; Hacking off limbs in the dungeon I like knives not a gun, and I’ve got a strong tummy It’s all chummy until someone messes up the sums…

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    24th Feb 2026
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  • Living life with mods

    Living life with mods. BIGDADDY, hit enter, a car appears On a bronze age battlefield. The death of the last female star reader. They’re saying this big one, even if it doesn’t hit, Will snuff out suns like tallow candles undergoing ice bath plunge. Buyers with lice helped us buy this home Go ninety or…

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    24th Feb 2026
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  • Crime as fitness regimen

    In retrospect it seemed, this dream, a thing of stage. Around a seer’s arm snakes twist. Shameless trysting; A eunuch is in up to his wrist! Fifty chained slaves wailing. Been out searching for big white like a famous whaler Left a could-clone batch on the railings behind Clone bank Leaving Gucci patches on barb…

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    24th Feb 2026
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  • Cityscrape

    Not in one day had pagans built great Rome, strong even today, When would Her intact flower’s strength at touch’s hint decay. The rock’s proximity to the places of crossed rods, oaths of office. Crossed the coppice in odd shoes Folded neatly the clothes of an officer Cloves masked the stink of the drink that…

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    24th Feb 2026
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