Alchemisland

You cunts don’t deserve me! My generosity towards you sponges, yet you swerve me. Buj and lungs I gave you tons. Badly broke until I croak, seemingly. Two tokes dreamily, two blunts easily, feasible. Palm slammed down flat on the ATM keypad outside the bank, Camera side turns like a spide keeping sketch during crimes.

Feed me Jan to June Right through beyond Yule Different creature, different tune For cod and tuna different lures. Not just any that’ll do. Went from codding you to harsher, uncottoned truths After spying the first clue, really copped on Feel like a medium, nobody ever moves on; Background voices like next room media, Someone’s…

Summoned up Courage enough To read some and felt it drudgery. It wasn’t up to much. How many likes, I wondered, then sulked. Shocked when I looked, double took; This tripe’s reach would turn a short-armed boxer’s stinkeye green; Akin a righteously-preached Bible read before a prideful tribe. Is it me dumb? Their own to…

Considering wholesale embrace of evil Seductive favour better for teasing Than a bowl of vinegar. Quiet as treason the slow change in me. Less like the resolution of last season Than a chiefly specimen dying slowly Of Dutch Elm Disease A wasting away wheeze by wheeze Until at last this phlegmous me ceases breathing Odd…