Alchemisland

Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

Boreas has eyes on me, I can tell by the way the wind caresses me, seeming to urge me in certain directions

Life’s going fast for me

Like the leaf-bearded God of fleet breezes deemed it

Letting off steam by speeding

Changing lanes like I’ve got medical reasons

Number exchanging with Nubian ladies

Real prickteasers these, snakeskins so scaly

Sticking skins while the scale reads.

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