Speedrunning what I want
Fleas jumping somersaults
Can’t recollect, dim recall
All I can picture is a dimly lit hallway
Wasted doing k bumps in the K Club doorway
Opening band some dour death doom up from Galway
Seen it all, bored of it all, mate
Floral-clad, slim-waisted coketasters on the one-way to whoredom
They love freebasing facefuls, I’ve got basins full
Meet on that basis, sword them
Kids raised on reels dropping out
Becoming Coke Lords out of boredom
It’s all about shopping now, until you drop: dabs, pill pops, drug drops, glad stabbing
Grabbing glad handed, fuck the time sands and the hands who handle them
Dropped with a box for a laugh, need an extra face
One for spots and one for jabs
Dropbox for the gaff need extra space for pots and lamps.
Alchemisland 
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