Alchemisland

Getting faded nodding off of a coner

Takes me out like Old Yeller’s owner, Bullet in the Head

Festival money makes Zach De La Rocha and Tom Morello more mellow, fewer emotions

More oceanside condos, nine door all terrains with built-in floatations

Half mile every ten gallons if you’re burning the correct dinosaurs

In my thirteenth floor bed dying of sores

Sewer smell like a piss slut’s bathmat.