radical is a radish by r.a dical
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radical is a radish formerly known as arthur now known as ~*q79 a radical departure ( ? ) not so, it's pronounced 'arthur' so no overhaul radical is a radish that aint that radical at all ...
photography
not comatose but sofa doze
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not comatose but sofa doze by lembit opal fruits
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not comatose but sofa doze the plinky plonk of dozy toes a need for sleep? must be, suppose then time went sideways one o' those ...
in my soul there’s a moth
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in my soul there’s a moth by brian cataclysm
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something left a window open in my soul there's a moth & moths are satan's butterflies oi moth - fuck off no, they're my favourite corduroys don't feast on them as well in my soul there's a moth from the mothly realms of hell ...
alter-egos
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alter egos by admiral andrew raspberry-ripple
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alter-egos & names one assumes delusions of other & pretentious nom de plumes aye alter-egos yeah get some y'self then when y' shit kicks off you can blame someone else ...
stumped is
stumped is by s.t ump
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stumped is a limbless wicket keeper wondering what happened to the mighty tree's trunk ( ? ) absolutely stumped ...
butteries batteries
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butteries batteries by ludwig van jenkins
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i need to recharge my butteries by that i mean batteries i.e exacturrly i'm f*ckin' nackered me ...
an excuse
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an excuse by nef84ht74wh99.563219p
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radioactive hairy palms pontefract cakes car alarms save the badger raise the vague help us lord golf sale this way ~ neolithic bicycle spokes trampolinists shite on toast bloody werewolves nemesis - fate good evening all & sorry i'm late ...
grey saturday
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grey saturday by libby lixivia
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bric-a-brac tit for tat sleeping dogs t.v shat muddy bike foamy bath stick to facts charts & graphs ~ iospheres bake a cake lick the bowl slumber wakes giz a wave that-a-way saturn daze grey saturday ...
the man who stank of christmas
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the man who stank of christmas by barabus vortex
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the man who stank of christmas stinked some years ago with festive b.o yellow snow & mistletoe the man who stank of christmas vomit, blood, great auntie flo roast potatoes - ho ho ho all fucking year he's dead now though ...
dog, car, onion, tsar, narwhal, mist
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dog, car, onion, tsar, narwhal, mist by edwin glib
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if i were a dog then you'd be a car if i were a onion well you'd be a tsar if i were a narwhal you'd exist as mist kissing the riverbank if if if ...
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