Dead up praying to Dagon for a leg up, a break from my day job to shake up my endeavour
I want to be more about pleasure, stop checking the measures and let up, let off steam
Like a pipe that’s ruptured and hours until the plumber is coming, cancel your luncheon
Start bunching towels around the punch through, be about it now move move move
Movement practice I get hang time or test a chin’s aptness even if I’m going backwards
Moving like I’m smoothly attuned, wheels smoothed, exactly fit for the tracks
Wearing skinny jeans kicking like I’m wearing a stretchy tracksuit, what I can do
Alchemisland 
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