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Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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  • Sea war

    The cannon reared backward violently  Like a seated man avoiding an hot spill My heart a vessel chartless and shot-chewed The stinking male spray, bilge-hearted War starter, sternly barging past gouging burgs Showing half of half of half Enough to capsize a vessel of this size The waves it breasts bravely threaten To send her…

    alchemisland

    1st May 2026
    Filí my pockets
    creative writing, poem, poetry, sailor, naval warfare, ships, navy
  • Irregulargesse

    Shoes blood-dewed and me hoarse with yelling Leave a belly distended vilely like I’m ending Mary Jane Kelly Berry strains blent to unsteady messily and it’s not disappointing; On the mezzanine of me, the velveteen sphere which I produced Is less pleasing to me than when I lived thusly, on tutored knees. Bled and leeched…

    alchemisland

    1st May 2026
    Filí my pockets
    alchemisland, creative writing, poem, poetry
  • Bonus education

    Rolling pointy ended joints A pointmaking professor could use for whiteboard highlighting Rarely bored chairing the floor as head of the board; In the lodge, it’s boar on the floor while higher degrees watch For a more expensive watch than you otherwise wouldda copped. In a copless unlopped copse’s fanned-feeling woodshade, I shave In the…

    alchemisland

    1st May 2026
    Filí my pockets
    alchemisland, creative writing, poem, poetry
  • Three joints before half eight and this is what I have to say

    I am gone beyond desiring anything resembling eventful in my life The trials and strifes of an earlier iteration of Mike I leave behind like a comrade who I never liked now lagging behind Under enemy fire, in a field of mines. Below the pergola cooled by rose shadows, finally accepting. I’m not the sort,…

    alchemisland

    1st May 2026
    Uncategorized
    creative writing, alchemisland, poem, poetry, drugs, 420, stoner, hedonism, dopesmoker
  • Pondking

    The lake was Agamemnon The mask was scum The day was… I can’t remember But if you insist, Menelaus, let’s say May and be done.

    alchemisland

    30th Apr 2026
    Filí my pockets
    alchemisland, creative writing, poem, poetry
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