Tag: occult
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Prescription ills
Casting pearls into swill Let swine sample fine wines Schizophrenic, like all the time Hitting the pen every ten Like a speed-buzzed scribe Trying to speedrun a Bible In medieval times Neck stiff like I wore frills Fentanyl fills up my till Shoving powder into my grill Fentazin and largactil Voices saying how’s that feel…
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Won’t stand you up and delivery
Blasting tunes, driving miles Honour due, my platoon on trial for war crimes They’re trying to take away my captain’s stripes Hidden snakes and drone strikes Hits I take, not Lucky Strikes I’m uptown but no funk like Lasting while, they do tend to cycle But it’s starting to feel like a spiral I don’t…
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Twist
I’ve got speed dial numbers, influenced unders, Brinks plunder Amount of cash this stinking ash brings Smoking hash, every finger banded by fancy rings If the smell lingers, like the fanny of a tinker, There’s bleach under the sink. Don’t need fixing Don’t need tinkering Fingering her asshole dirtied my pinkyring.
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Scipio was the first man in Rome to shave daily
Life lived stewardless Nine Inch Nails student Head and heart enholed, like the lobe of a pierced cluas Honking glue from Londis bags at Central Bank, nodding off on a Luas Drooling onto a Colombia jacket Wrigley’s packet blue Passengers laughing, might have pissed her pants. Shit hot fella, trying to steal a teenager’s bag.…
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Where are you?
Overwritten save Her, assuredly, in her usual place, only different, replaced; Her body a listed vacancy Her given soul a guest Flaying December, duress. Months without undressing. Vagrancy. In her spacious eye’s emptiness, Swinging cats, Shotput stance, Encountering no resistance.
Alchemisland 