Alchemisland

He’s not wrong observing

I’m self-involved

Every overwritten word, confident I’ve got it solved

Something early in life has to go wrong, look at Vollmann

One dead sister later guy shits out volumes

They’re charging him extra for the paper it’s printed on

But the subject he’s spinning on demands publication without truncation

He’s been everywhere, stickers on the trunk middle east and central Asia

Wherever he goes you know it just got bulldozered by the ogrish CIA

That’s not me, at least that’s what I say.

They haven’t got me and, until they do, nothing will shock me

Got lots like I forced them to draw lots

A big fat wodge of wonga

Hodgepodge of note types, in exchange for hostages

Heli waiting atop the hospital

Prearranged, success wasn’t optional.