Tag: creative writing
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Boxlife
Have a proper gander, you, the leal At my steel-plated propaganda vehicle Driving down the street, howling repeal repeal Repent, for the end is near! Fuck that, mate, already here Staring out the window, all directions dreary Year’s second collision, with me it’s never nearly.
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LABWORK ROADMAN
Chatty man, can get catty My rock lands, the window shatters “It’s me, Cathy.” Her voice but it’s the fiend from the shadows Smoking on that taffy out of Cathay Green as the Elysian fields in Athenry.
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Spider boxes bound for the silk factory
Isis, my finest wife, in wine white dyes bowls onlookers over Her fingers swan necks, opal, diamond, ruby, and emerald banded Stolen from Zosha, red squirrel and stole on the shoulder Person of polarities, bipolar; one minute stropping, next laughing hilarity Dancing pantless in abandoneds for planless dealers Scenes from the Moreau paintings in my…
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One man knife knight
Strives to talk more than 12 barbers plus five taxi drivers type Mercury diet In my alchemical lab, thriving Melling materia, praying wisdom from Athena Smoked so much weed feels like physical symptoms from diphtheria.
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Mood: Joyce fart letters
You ruined my pensive mood Now I’m aggressive at the new moon You’re not special Better move or get wrecked How often do you show respect To your betters? How long have you been chained to a rad With leather fetters? Never ever scrimp on detail I don’t want no etceteras Want a bird who…
Alchemisland 