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Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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  • Naked mass

    Shirtless during service Prayers you’ve heard hundreds of times Reversed like Hannibal after the victory earned at Cannae God-denying gospels, a decrier’s pulpit, the flared nostrils Of the liar spitting from the rostrum, the opposite of knowledge.

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    20th Feb 2026
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  • Settling

    We wanted to settle for something less We wanted to get what we were able Not what we had saved for, only what was available But we sailed through times sable, out we made it Just like my mother and her saints prayed for Two of you, a third place at table, who is it…

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    20th Feb 2026
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  • Record speeds

    Like a soda shaken up Fit to burst when I heard My horsepower a stampeding herd Zoom vroom, sparkbright side and curb in communion Turning hooves into glue, currently moving at record speeds. Record spinning missing grooves, Only half a tune.

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    19th Feb 2026
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  • Manisland

    Attitude toxic  Practically noxious  In the pub sinking Rockshores like I just found out I’m adopted Always been cocksure  Yeah let’s have a knock, sure  Ninja, like a turtle from a sewer  One left, you’ll have issues chewing  Bend over, let me stick the boot in  Decades now acting the fool  Dancing to the same old…

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    18th Feb 2026
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  • Transcribing the dying stag’s agonised roars

    Gorgeous thing used to dance She wasn’t bad Might have made it Given half a chance Now she’s half-hag. half ghost Living in a Vango tent along the banks of the Royal Canal It’s not the Auld Triangle she hears clanging. Jamall managed to cop some poppers, eyes wide like Rango She doesn’t want to…

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