With whisking and whiskey
My wrist worn, ligaments torn
What the skin failed to show the soul recorded
Yesterday, started reading Mistborn
Seems alright, no elves or dwarves
Pity though, Sanderson’s Mormon
Otherwise all is normal
Sober now, through the portal
To a world warped and vorpal
Through a glass darkly swimming
Trunks and snorkel
Choking down lungfuls, snorting
Hunting sea monsters for sport.
Alchemisland 
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