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He even drank from a monk's skull.

A razorblade frisbee and melting clocks drift into the dream word of the abstraction of love and poetry it is a surreal place of marmalade Crimson and vomited devotion to the depressed and lonely old men I have never heard od a peter sucking just the other way round where toady wart, on wrinkled...

Crystal Angel Oh muse, Oh goddess Venus cast your spell! from morning star of dawn you whisper shush to sol’s Apollinarian onrush and grace th’ pentacle anele upon th’ cleavage of this crystal belle; with paint of light, th’ oil of life did brush such magnificent hint of teal in blush. A...

All is vanity, the lamentations scream The Buddhist say this is but a dream and dogmatic wars of philosophy rage as the historian writes another page What is the reason, the season of poetry to confront treason at the foot of an apple tree some say eat, drink and be merry for life is short to...

At the daybreak of time the beauty of Lucifer sat at the throne of god and being less than omniscient asked the mighty one "Majesty why is this creation innocent is not naivety an incomplete and vulnerable state; having nothing to learn?" The Almighty replied "Lucifer ol' chum, they have no...