Alchemisland

Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

Yesterday’s pussymilk saucer has developed a skin over the top, and soon will devolve into the mettle-resetting goddess cheese we here all love to eat

Submerge your pussy in milk for a cheap, done-and-gone thrill

My beating heart be still, gazing upon her knicker’s frills

They are a French kind, with straps, bells, and whistles

Made me lose my mind

Grip the rail to sustain wherewithal

Jip like a railgun rail, white whale stains on her bare-it-all apparel.

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