Alchemisland

She stirs my glad glands, tropic Permanent shrug if I’m holding My image one eye like Odin, glitch wizard Which glyph is it? Lots, in fact most I withhold Well sus though, so I hold back to scope it Backstab phobic, mind closed it’s a bintop open Opened the door wristtwisting motion, half four Swung…

You ruined my pensive mood  Now I’m aggressive at the new moon  You’re not special Better move or get wrecked  How often do you show respect To your betters? How long have you been chained to a rad  With leather fetters? Never ever scrimp on detail  I don’t want no etceteras  Want a bird who…

Tropic of Cancer, tropic of Capricorn The horn she gives me, it’s like all the world’s porn Is playing at once, I can barely keep the cum in my horn; hornucopia Shagging all morning; if I was born today, I’d gladly die this evening at 8 After that role in the hay, I’m beyond sated…

Speedrunning what I want Fleas jumping somersaults Can’t recollect, dim recall All I can picture is a dimly lit hallway Wasted doing k bumps in the K Club doorway Opening band some dour death doom up from Galway Seen it all, bored of it all, mate Floral-clad, slim-waisted coketasters on the one-way to whoredom They…