Alchemisland

Gaining ground, no such thing as spare rounds Going round and round like a fairground Hit the ground running, sparring ten rounds before coming Arms like a blacksmith or death metal drummer What you seek to weakly conjure The image of the thing, I can directly summon Words on the wing, on the brink It’s…

Going deeper than Alice Three green cialis I bought at the gasso Riding her so good, need a hat and a lasso She’s fanatical Can go all day like my frame’s metallic Any part goes astray, call a mechanic Need an ash tray, new strain in from Kilmacanogue Took the train and made a day…

Know you heard though, part of my herd  Unsettling like Merzbow Belushi and me merged my party endurance Feared in this eircode, shit stirring, the bane of turncoats Beard like a stole, flecked with auburn strokes like Autumn’s first hope Big neck from pig injections, Mr Burst Rope Blick hitter, in black and white books…

Persistent inquiries about what time Jesus’s due to arrive Had to demand that Judas in the vanback stop asking As it was distracting my fast driving, straight track to disaster Seemed nervous, that bastard Masking something but never thought to ask what or why 30 racks a Christ price, lips him to mark the right…