Category: Filí my pockets
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Orchard of orichalcum
At the base of the Tree of Life, unscrewing orbs of light Satchel them and mam with passion will bake a tart tonight Bathing in Dettol together, me and an upstart tart On her upper arm, stick n poke of a burning martyr Woops made a spillage and improved the art.
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Stay a while (and listen)
Fucked three times like Marilyn Monroe’s body on ice Accuse me of hanging around, I shoot you that hangdog look Melts any frown, try drowning you in an amorous brook Stars overhead where UFOs park at probing time, took a picture But my phone’s a brick so it came out blurry and shit Even the…
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Rudiments of spellcraft
Target back like a turtle used for archery I resort to alchemy, make problems malleable therefore manageable Four elements and I meld them mystically Heretofore unseen manifestations of faculty X I achieve all I need through ritual sex I cast hexes to hector my nemeses I wanna get high, the next guy with a smile…
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LICKOUT
I don’t mean pushing your dad about the shop But I pop the pussy like it was a push pop Pop like it was a car boot storing a body And we just reached the old quarry Any flavour not fussy, I like it huggy tight, fuzzy or stubbly Pop the pussy like finish line…
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toandfro
I’m doing nothing, then something A sound, something hitting the floor A meaty slumping, a weighty hefty thud Clipped, local thunder, directly under He felt, the stricken site, he sighed And sought stairs to higher Up he went like a spiral, them winding Crisscrossing like bones on a pirate Ship’s flag, his courage flagging His…
Alchemisland 