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    Be warned ye, travel mad: sea monsters protect the Atlantic advance Drink deep from the dram, deeper than Atlantis sank Fiends waiting, practically ran over when I pulled the van over Come my fanatics! Got the best stretchy squidgy in Ilium, ask Hector Oared triremes seaweed-mired going my direction Bringing back Illyrian delirium under the…

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  • Mankilling manual

    Ruthful crusader, to slay dragons pregnant with stagnant flame And bold boar-faced jewels of Saxon make, and shield fragments, Which elsewise would have broken Before Billy the Bastard’s Domesday book ere opened, One must lure the beast from its cave to some open place At all times, one’s mount must be maintained In close, inside…

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  • Lyrebird

    Can’t unsend a diss Might rent this My apprentice Rent lips Sent pics no bend this dick High bandwidth and ample data mandated to hit play on that shit Sudden dozens, we’re cousins But it stops at blood You couldn’t Walk a straight mile Without a map Walk by the old gaff Goodbye to all…

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  • 1912

    Two bottles of the finest wine A should-be-retired, much me-tired Corkman poised to uncork it Made to sigh by my beside finish line stymying He ceased enwining my coupe, stooped to hear Sneering, clearly disgruntled at some perceived rudeness; That query alone proved one patrician or rogue. Can I pay in old punts? * Icewater…

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  • Cows

    Brad Pitt and the pendulum My sullen, bond-melting pen Penless sow’s pendulous breasts gave slow milk which depressed. It resembled liquid leather espresso. Thousands of mice ground down Flying out of a muckspreader’s mouth.

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