Alchemisland

Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

Gold-gloried Osiris takes a soulboat up the Nile and leal hippos in fealty to their green-skinned lord formed with their backs the boards of a plank, that he might cross to either bank unsplashed

Anytime I take a dram there’s drama, tranqed on Trama

I’m a tank on treads, can’t stick to a track or be led

Can’t skirt the line, I’m too deadly

To truncate my behaviour, deal or seeya later, grease

Skirt on the line, curvy looking churchy wanting lines probably squirts

Jumper former llama, jumpy gunners in the vanback in Kneecap bandanas

Doing big sums using lambda

Pulling up the ladder, hoping y’all land on adders

You’re a runner up, Ricardo Lamas

I don’t need no run up

Love gold like Trump, loud champagne cups in skyscrapers last sun up.

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