Alchemisland

Usury. Luciferian use of me

No such thing as use for free

No such thing as abuse to me

Silk masked servant’s toothsome glee

Bird-backed serpent, acid-slurping merlions curled at boundary lines.

Hell’s appleside sky foundry climbed, which strident harpies fly.

Fur-lineds, blurred lines, earnings, ermines, hair ties, brassiere wires.

Rings split along the side. Slide along my eidetic eyelid’s underside

Tightly planned are Nile-spanned Night’s sawing campfires. Ridealong light.

We ride through song long night. Headlights paintstriping a night highway

Like diet lightning. Riotous crying. We’re riding high so ride slow and light

Loaded sighs. Glow which mystifies. Mist which clothes. Kissed by clover.

Thundercry wings bright lit along whilst gliding through fire rings

Flaring sapphire. Wearing sapphire. Unsparing use of samphire.

Dump in the whole pile. There is no way. There is no why.

King Flitter of the ere-glitter southside. Pharaoh type.

Mouth pride. Tight ties. Hi-ing hands fastening like New Balance whites.

True that I’ve lied cruelly but who could prove it. Pruned petunias.

Reproved Luna swooning, crucified. My cruise style: Caliguline.

You said you didn’t like it, but did you try?

I am sad, Bassanio. In sooth I know not why.