Fuck clout I’m cloud chasing
Blazing tendrils mind erasing
My wisps willed eclipse thinking
My willow wand a thunderstick
Hit the pipe like an Indian
Smoking cheesy until ancestors peeping
No tomorrow, just one day repeating
Zooting all evening, mind slowly booting
Creeping up the teepee
Visions of Injuns weeping
Nosferatu Joe Hill
Whip parked on the hill like Jill
Jack’s cracked crowned at the foot.
Alchemisland 
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