Alchemisland

Just yacked up outside Beshoff’s, probably best off Most of it was cough bottle Hacking cough, phlegm’s friends my motto, hunched shoulders I’ve got presents not presently sitting in a grotto in all red dressed Smouldering glare chest shove energy backs them off, fearing duress Slouching, ill-bred, raised rodless so rude and rueful, ruthless Ever…

He tracked me, followed me home Quiet as practice, got close enough to attack me Would have had me, had he taken his go I know not the final goal of this vile foe But in my knowest knowing I evince him twisted, a liar who defiles Who loathes silent at a distance of miles…

I’m over it but she’s sending me pictures trying to lure me over Her bent over in the Raquel briefs, however many million years BC I’m stoned, quelle surprise to anyone who knows me White crusting my nose, black and well cushioned my night-hued robes On mapless backroads where even the feckless and hapless will…