Alchemisland

Laughing like Tidus Meanwhile you’re Titus Groan If you keep going on this way You’re going to find out why April Is the duellist’s month Let’s meet out front Blood rush pumping Taking our paces On a mark, about facing Let one pawn be erased Without the spirit, flesh is but waste Refuse, a vile…

Do we need to a call a priest? Get your phone, triple twice three then press green Mr Sheen, mirror spit shined for what’s in the evening Call forth the mistress, me as witness, spitting her name three times Candyman arrives.

Drunk enough I’m walking like John Cleese Thoughts uglier than Anne of Cleaves Who, according to Henry V plus III, resembled a beast Well, she got to keep her head at least More than I can say for me My musou bar, once throbbing with energy, now spent What was pent now released.

Off the wall  But let’s keep up the ball  There were multiple Oswalds involved End of the day, put nothing past the CIA A lot of different masks, diverse tasks  Alphabet men broke in and stole my ID I haven’t replaced it; if someone flashes it, that’s not me It was on Friday evening after…

Toss back a lit match, “Whatever, G” My walks around the blocks are predatory I’m the messed up prelate, tactics military Driving whilst drunk until I mill a tree Windscreen like webs spiders leave Worried merchant needing fees Screwfacing out to sea, praying for my argosy Ague stopped me attending the odyssey Now I’m courting…