Only lung defiling kief imbibing invites
The ear cupping hands of Silence to settle.
Violent, enrioted city of my mind
Ground littered with wheezing canisters,
Sharp having rent upon impact; artlike, sharkbackish.
Brackish puddles with gamma-glow;
Evidence they successfully discharged
Their hilarious, uproarious payloads.
My head instead call it when yelling Upsetter
My Day-Glo manuscripts, boy do they go up
When both vents are open wholly. Holding the product
Tool, not a hod, got it stowed. Game bent over, like a dog fucked.
Alchemisland 
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