Alchemisland

Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

I smacked him in the god-chocked chamber where he had gone to raze meat for his patron the lame dwarf Obekus.

Formless language, Daniel sandwiched between

Pointy-eared demons and Babylonian Chieftains

Torchlit banquet, Banquo angling for my bankroll, carrot dangling bandits

Don’t accept offers, refuse plainly don’t overexplain, simply refuse

Ripped band aid’s the trick

How you say; it doesn’t have to be rude to stick

If it’s true, that’s the rule even if they rue it

And if they want me to prove it

I’ll box like a roo, glovebox got the tool.

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