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poisoned pens by the claudine spoon
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poisoned pens make venomous letters forked-tongued fanged-jobs nasty beggars they won't kill that's sticks & stones there is no known antidote ...
Poem
what’s the damage ?
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what’s the damage ? by thyestes water-clock
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when the mist clears we must see what is left when its ghost whafts retreat to some damp land undead when the birds re-emerge pen & pad tick yes aye while there's this vision we must fogged spot check ...
senile dictionary
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senile dictionary by keep it squidgy now ( x )
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things seem to vanish in this season's fog as words from a senile dictionary like tall trees or hills with flocks a marvelous marble-lost mystery ( ? ) ...
all british eves hallow
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all british eves hallow by 13.666 second read
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count dracula in whitby by the sea goblins wearing vintage bobble hats as whitechapel fog disturbs like a fred & rose west tea-towel-set or a talking jimmy saville garden gnome available now in all the great shops nice 1 ...
the people on the internet
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the people on the internet by 564579.78~23
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the people on the internet none of them are real it's just algarhythms imitating feel autobotted ripples digital creations ( within ) this vast universe / v.r simulation ...
the psuedo-curse of non-verse
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the pseudo-curse of non-verse by 10 thousand million nanosecond read
( which is only 10 seconds, so don’t panic )
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on the windows condensation outside sparrows concentration dripping is the bathroom sink my mind's eye is on the blink ~ turn the tap firm hear y'later bumpy wavelengths oscillator itchy scrotum blurry head good firm scratch then back to bed ( x ) ... ( author gnomes ) the alternative ending to this shit is ... itchy scrotum giz a scratch if you're fit i'll pay with cash ...
brevity keeps on calling
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brevity keeps on calling by 20 second read
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brevity keeps on calling it whispers in the wind i run home & bolt the doors but somehow it creeps in brevity keeps on calling i quiver in my skin like an ant in a wormhole we're going for a spin brevity keeps on calling i lobbed my mobile phone into the canal's dark depths tied with twine to a stone ( yet ) brevity keeps on calling it won't leave me alone its language is atrocious & on & on it drones ...
on a friday morning in october ( in england )
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on a friday morning in october ( in england )
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on a friday morning in october ( in england ) not ruritania or gallifrey or finland not yet november that's the future - as per when too soon for noon yes around abouts then ( x ) ...
it’s the ape ( interface )
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it’s the ape ( interface ) by 4657586812432.16930
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flabbergasted cheeky bastards bloody hazards it's the ape opto-thermic part mashed turnip where's y'permit? ( interface ) ... ( t h e e n d )
world aplomb day
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world aplomb day by god help us all ( again )
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everything today must be done with aplomb be it strolling down the prom or re-enacting the somme eating a bonbon or being a peeping tom it's world aplomb day aplomb go on ...
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