Alchemisland

For some

All webbed crisscrossing roads lead to everliving now-Christian Rome

For me, all roads lead to a full cart on the Chrome Hearts webstore

Rolling in it. What’s he rolling up a ten for?

Smoking three man bones to one

Down to the nib, to the very last pull, rolling with it

Like the punches, this one a lung puncturer

Hits like a gum-emptying punch, kid

Rolling more often than an ADCC grappler

Jewel-studded belt, because in the trap I’m the champion

More than give him Hell, a single belt the giant fell

I’m eating blues like Gargamel I’m giving bruises like

Darnell, in the mood for something smooth

Jewels and curios in a glassy demi lune cabinet

In my mountain fastness we’re smoking weed faster than we ever have

Used fast to make me fast enough

To catch up to my ideas, now too surpassing for all that

It’ll never happen

Then it’ll be obvious he was about to pop

That’s how it goes with this lark

Every fire starts with nothing, not even a spark

Ex nihilo creation; how’d the universe start?

I gave warnings of the coming flood

But did even one come aboard my ark? Did they fuck

Useless them buckets when it started to properly fliuch

I was fucking creasing at them

As the water level increased to encompass the roads they needed if they intended on fleeing

I had two fleas and no human beings

Bee loud glades and rows for beans.