Category: Filí my pockets
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Brittletoes at the stompdance
Steel ticker drinking lean by the litre Meal ticket, real millions, meeting elites to talk ether prices Queen named Aoife wearing pleated fox, don’t mean Mozilla Jewels sewn into frocks, soon the fruition; the yield; the lot. Mille wristed, biscuit acquired but scarred wrists from risking Shake blunts have me real shifty, I do it…
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How old?
I know what it means When he takes his lancet out Roll up my shirtsleeves, sit down No one frowning or crying out Soundproofing drowns all those sounds out Sea replacing all ground now All ground down to powder Expired empires marked now by dirt mounds.
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Does Horus accept paypal donations?
Mug with an Egyptian scene, gold writing, for imbibing lean Got gold pythons on my feet Got those old Nikes, 80 through 93 Oversized black DCs Like I’m off out back practicing nosegrinds and ollies On the grind, nose to the grindstone, got the stoner shit for grinders And shit that’ll grind your nose down…
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Brutally learning the value of a thing
Nothing I take remakes me Nothing offers escape My flaking scalp raked My tallow candle naked Eating chains and snakes In exchange for change At the bottom of a black lake I find the sundered statue’s tyrant face Once the Lord of this place Emperor, Godking of all domains Trying to reframe my losses Trying…
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Chrome Hearts shot glass to drink the collected fluid from the eyes that melted when our lovely wobblybomb exploded
Burnt out cars, gouged out eyes Buildings bombed to scale model size Meal-blackening heat drove one survivor from a bunker Outside he was immediately carbonised Flies now in great droves descend to the bodies site “It will be OK, child” A merciful mother lies Everywhere death, everything demise A second sun, brighter, then all light…
Alchemisland 