What am I trying to smoke away
Nothing bad even happened today
Pinner, pin in pin out on this hash grenade
Been trashed for days, eyes glazed
Like it was when on her face I came
Sprayed plenty, fill a Starbucks venti
I saw I conquered vidi vici
Ideas out of reach, sage of vinci
Maeve Binchy how I fill the shelves
Weeping Pinchy, eating him in kitchen
That red shelled prince goes down easily
BBC when it means big bad creep.
My personality is haunted house
At the funeral, laughing mouth
Hyena, screaming during daydreams
Grinding teeth to dust
Stood on tic tacs
Like a row of abandoned shithouses
Some of them half below ground
I need ten crowns, twenty crowns for the procedure
Wife wants a ballgown, mistress wants a beamer, both equal eager.
I’m on 4chan’s x board
Seeking lore, ducking edgelords
I’m on deep Web Tor, edgelands
Phantom hands, human traffic
Men claiming to be assassins
I’m on fortean forums
Lording sightings over cowans
Blessed with preternatural powers
Strange seeds, strange flowers
I’m so far down the Rabbit Hole
Going where Alice wouldn’t go
I’m through the mirror’s spine
Unfurling a ball of red twine
One user accuses me of being a spy
Who even is this guy
On whose breadcrumbs we rely
Hiss, fire then smoke, disappearing vampire
Ask me a question I’ll make you up a lie
Take pride in the fact I bothered trying
To deceive you, I’m a lion you’re an emu.
Alchemisland 
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