Alchemisland

Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

Pop your hand on that boiling woodburner top

Burnt my wrist Turned a whisper into a tryst into a twister I wouldn’t put any posters up near the fissure.

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12th Jan 2026

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They voted to boot me but I’d changed the rules, as well as curried favour with the new recruits.

Talked shit like a scat fetish forum Wrote my name three times, like a passport form Faked until I made it, now we’re past performance Tried ousting me, I went back to my house after last orders It was raining heavily, had to wring out my trousers out back They said my reign was one…

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12th Jan 2026

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Reverse the takedown and land hard shots; infinite lives code to beat the final boss.

Hundred hand slap Go E Honda on a lay and prayer Used be a bricklayer Now it’s MV player, Honda Prelude Like Leo on the quaaludes On my knees, not praying High kicks to stay loose, one year after 32 This is how it feels when you really self abuse Smoking smoking smoking, all the…

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12th Jan 2026

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Babylonian hues on my wheeled cube

97 Honda Accord looking bronze age hoard, gold and wood Knew I was gonna be it someday, was always lit; did what I said I would I’m listening to Lord of Shadows and Goldenwood Cruising around the hood hood up, seeking gold I can touch Windows rolled down, asking passers are they good; Do they…

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12th Jan 2026

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Tactics: racking up yack in a ramshackle jacks

Ford contour Heading out to about 20 bars, like a crust punk band going on tour Jacks left to ruin and rack, smells like a sewer Doesn’t stop me doing up the racks, sue me Rich now but wore rags Covered holes with patches, wore greys once-blacks Some shit I bargained for, some I stole…

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12th Jan 2026

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Pop your hand on that boiling woodburner top

They voted to boot me but I’d changed the rules, as well as curried favour with the new recruits.

Reverse the takedown and land hard shots; infinite lives code to beat the final boss.

Babylonian hues on my wheeled cube

Tactics: racking up yack in a ramshackle jacks