Tag: spells
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Farseer
I’m a farseer, see myself in a four seater farting into open air Music loud as Wacken Open Air, windows waxy blunt taxi over to the left Everyone asking for a lift, everyone asking for a hit Some of them asking with their lips Some of them asking with their hips Don’t look right at…
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ReturningSurf
Surf’s amazing but I’m here for Colonel Kurtz Surf eternal returning severed feet Witches collecting inexplicable chicken feet on a Cornwall beach Fossil record emblazoned in the ancient striation Like a giant had scraped it I’m naked. How long you been into black magic? Since Pan rode the Attic plain, as urn emblazons, dismaying Keats…