Tag: woodwose
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Old Home
Until a corset lattice his patchwork of woundsHate from his masters skincarved entombed.Squaw with a tattooed face a sympathy of scars,A conspiracy of damaged souls, a pledge to daring Mars;Aries strength through blood invoke,Crimson moon their wish bespoke.Lo, a lifetime’s placidity seemt loathsome when they woke!Frothing eager the wode pair rode,Two graves dug in vengeance…
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Would wose Woodwose
the ‘hairy men’ of the past who ‘live beneath the megaliths and hide in the woods’ are really just the ‘hairy men of the past’ who live inside us, in the cavernous temples of our minds, in the genetic labyrinth that we contain and which contains us
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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.
Alchemisland 