Alchemisland

Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

Frosted tips and white ipod earphones worn necklace wise, saying “08” out loud as a catchphrase

Ginned juice with lemon stock in

Got a big wodge, off the books wonga

Octopus arms only longer

How many berry pies I can finger concurrently

How many big fat lies I can tell a bird currently

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