Tag: ghosts
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Visions of processing ghostmonks
Rootless life here hopeless, without a notion Stasis which reflects my emotional status Where only dead trees grow Where snow-coloured bones poke up from stoven tombs I’m in the place where most won’t go Swinging my sword and pacing Trying to erase that which effaces me I stroll through phalanxes of defaced graves The dust…
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Tube STATIONS of the DAMNED
Oil-in-puddle cold fusion. Microwave alchemy. On-demand deities conjured in streaming seances. Speedrunning life. Premium tiers. Patreon for Gods dying from lack of attention.
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Boo
He is unbound now and dates and days bereft of meaning mound like dust, their puzzling associations lost like the siren’s songs. Arbitrary totems marking the ceaseless march of illusory matter hold little luster.
Alchemisland 