Alchemisland

Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

Who would have thought that a religion consistent primarily of bone tossing, stick placement, and frothmouted fireside feats of drug-stoked imagination, could result in the creation of lasting works?

Into the ganja

Throwing hacked off hands, parts of a man, into the ngenga

I am an avenger, I do not fear adventure

From here I shall venture

Out, bring censor to this louddread sceadugenga

If you provide us with that censure

The sensei said with a lord’s surety

Surely I would be made a King in that land

Offered that security

I grasped his hand, the palm of which he spat upon; to futurity

That title, mine and my next, even if time should reach obscurity

Closer the beast’s lair the ground hardened

Rimed, bone-strewn

A difficult climb, protection from both runes.

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