I wanted to become a blade-handed abomination of creation, but upon the removal of my extremities it occurred to me that this fact made attaching the blades very difficult, if not an impossibility

Mosted host, goated by the Mendesian goat

Offering toasts blood and gold like Anne Rice wrote

Coffin soakings, hidden codes you can only know by inhaling moulds

Forge moon bold in molten ochre

Handing out holy ghosts, growing groats in groves, oak and primrose

Setting a torpid atmosphere with my Dolby atmos

At most put you in Holby if you wrong me, don’t @ me

Don’t involve me, I’ve evolved inside this pokéball

Doing robberies and violence as pastimes and hobbies

Gone vile, don’t try me or describe me to Bobbies

Say nothing sensical, Mr Blobby

This revolver a resolver, hit you harder than a brakeless Volvo

If the gun doesn’t do it I can always come back Voldo

Big sound despite my size, like Bolzer, only two guys

Zilch when he calls, meanwhile she’s asking me to rock up tonight

Asks if I need directions? Do I feck. Hit rewind go direct, total recall

Wants to check stock, stall anywhere pop-up shop.

Alchemisland