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RIM
I’m going to lick your arse tonight Quick taxi home first for Spring cleaning Know it’s bound to be good if there’s mirrors on the ceiling Ask my Dad’s best of The Eagles CD Avoiding the PD, I don’t mean James Joyce James how everything that happens to me goes on the page I’m paying…
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First and Last Voyage
Each of us has ten packs Tucked in black socks Or shoved up asses No phonecalls, no black box recorder Use the code or you won’t get old Raptor style: one catches your eye, two attach from the side; you won’t even know Three types of hard blow Number one: you’re going on and on…
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About to start a shit painting
Fed up of bending so I strap on a feedbag Fill it fulla green weed leaf and green diesels Like an easel when I’m starting a sylvan scene My white pale as a Geisha’s cheek Room so hotboxed it looks like a geyser released So gaseous this mayhemically sagacious tasty We’re laying wet towels by…
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Flurries
Dadless mad ones Sending me nudes, like my phone was the casting couch for a lewd mag Asses not quite Bryan Cranston, but they’re broke bad Clown car how we’re all crammed into the back, anchovies in the packet They’ve got emotional baggage, I’ve got serious quotients, weed bags.
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STOCKIST
Birds with fellas out doing dirt Asking me curtly for the work I got that rare Nirnroot in my satchel I’ve got elven powders in clear capsules I’ve got eleven hours to clear the stock, giving free samples Ample amount of ampules Anti-everything attitude.
Alchemisland 