Conor used to talk slick quick spin kicks
Left hand even a pinprick ditch consciousness
Now he’s always on coke, floating feeling
Indoor shades morning shakes
One more line all it takes to take lines all day
Dispelling doubts by out loud shouts
Unholy sounds from the outhouse
Demon names in the shout outs
Three heads my favourite hound
Can I just finish up now
Count is done, winding down
Windows winding down, snubs snaking out.
Alchemisland 
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