Tag: 420
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Threeskin reprieve
We scrimped together Enough for a scabby measure A blunt’s makings if you never say never Shaking out a scraped-vacant grinder’s faintest flakes Anything to escape feeling constantly chased. Constable haunted Dreams of wall vaulting, clearing lanes I adopt the Skating Minister’s posture Whip a cost-ya eighth out the pocket Have you plugged in, powerful…
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Homemade ogre mask
Every sense mine excited Sentbydivine scentlines Will guide my neon-heightened Triumph’s nigh on silent march through Irish Zion. Pirate-scion my corrupted blood a must-hunt lion. Around the shadow-marched marshine back Of a formidable Hawksmoor church Nazarene-lacking, bricked black I rip an apple bong of sapping, pongy exhaust before heading back inside I can lack a…
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Growing the additional eyelids required to enter the Red City
At night, my narrowed mind pilum flights far from the ward Toward some blissless, harrowing land full of listless history Strange manner, odder banner Blinding wind and blistering sand Fissures hissing, a scorpion’s vicious arrow stinger never missing Shadowless as prissy-making unsunned climes yet all the while An ever-prodding sun’s formative rod rots beginners before…
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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,…
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Buyer’s Market (confessions of a sphincter taster)
Noise is startling Tell a leng tart don’t worry darling Engine garbled Auto theft, no carpool Stolen like the Elgin Marbles She’s got a mouth could fit eleven marbles At which I marvel Million quid contract, Matt Cardle Went from a start up To established market Engine spark it Driving the borderlands, killing Varkids Big…
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