Alchemisland

Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

The first wine, which only self-inflicted violence releases from the recycled bottle of my mottled skin

This makings couldn’t be taken by a quaker

Have them quaking, motto I say’s seize the day

That is until I wake and bake, blotto before AM eight, lay

Down and didn’t make a sound until the sun went down

All my appointments I missed out

Sword down point with wrist out

Trying to turn a drip to a fountain.

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