Tag: neuralchemy
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Frosted tips and white ipod earphones worn necklace wise, saying “08” out loud as a catchphrase
Ginned juice with lemon stock in Got a big wodge, off the books wonga Octopus arms only longer How many berry pies I can finger concurrently How many big fat lies I can tell a bird currently
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A foulbreath cup to induce sleep in meddling owls
Following my corpse down the road, whole tribe You’d have thought it was a triumph for some returning Roman Daughter of Ryan get her to roll one on my phoneback Seafoam secrets those cerise-honed lips hold Lick closed, lick along the skin backs To stick them, hits nice acts like a stimpak To my addled…
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Hundreds of bong hits per week
Rollstart my lighter The waterless bong with alien heads on doesn’t me any higher Doesn’t stop me trying; do this instead of crying
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How it feels to use your open veins to produce art, to no avail; read you the thoughts of the greatest failure
Reduced to blogging Was nightly sobbing about no one watching I was pouring every ounce of energy into poem creation And the ultimate result went further than agitation At a lack of any chance to make this lark my occupation Stasis no movement any what way My traducement worsened each day I would soon be…
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The tortured year-long minutes of a soldsoul sadsack poem scribbler
If you suck me I’ll take the ban away If you’re still wrecking head Keep away that span the document dictates Once they’ve had a taste they become deranged Monkey’s paw arranged it, how I got it? Listen I’m saying it shameless Bled at the tip of the sabre Wanted stuff so I got a…
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