My dash supersonic
I cast out like a whipling, full length
Water cup on the dash rippling, tyrannosaurus rex
Donald Gennaro on the humble office, ripped in half
Malcolm’s crippled, he’s a chaos guy, future crypto wizard.
Hard lately like bread gone stale
Danny Dyer type, never gonna die
What would do what do you do what you would do what would you do
What the wood means to you, the wose of the wood
The woes of the hood, the throes of the flood, the thrones of the blood
The blood in lines, the blood in trees
The blood in veins, the blood outspraying
You’re all over me like Kudzu, couldn’t struggle away from you
I’m in the arboreal present, boreas is present, his roundyround sentences
He sent ten of them, get shy of him
I’m joining the Arval Brethren, I praise our larval brethren.
Alchemisland 
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