Alchemisland

Got blues and clues in the alleged cabin Got headblocking crops and partial maps of the route, legend on the back Perfect examples upon examination end up flawed every time My house upon arrival they’re awed every time I’ve got broad budgets, budgets just for broads, b&bs abroad Never fudge number crunching I’m what happens…

A swoon-inducing fullmoon The lure of the lunar Weaker still than the ever-lure of drug abusing Lungs ballooned with pure food fumes Rood and my polluted mind in communion Shadelings in collusion, directionless but never waylaid They hate seeing me stand up to stand out, about to prove all I said Muhammad wants the mountain…

In the sitting room with two sisters, tell who’s who because one’s hair’s blue Unenviable job of informing them the new groom’s a stool pigeon Sifting through shit for illness hints, grooming the stool for the kingdom Strolled through the airport scanner, printout said malignant For what I’m about to present, you should be sitting…

I had the task  Of putting back together Little Bastard Had been badly smashed  Looked bomb blasted A car you’d describe as bombastic  We only knew the dangers after  No crumble zone, going drunk Uncle can drinking speed fast  You’d have to be either elastic  Or an absolute spastic  I suppose it’s very tragic  Violence…