Alchemisland

Having my head wrecked by flaky Adverts buyers It would make you mad for ever having tried Fighting for prices, defending my choices like I’m on trial Buying has always been my vice I don’t like to leave the shop without  Standing in the line I love watching bricks get chopped into lines Bad mood…

Your bird like my Sony’s, on touch control Mancave gaming only time you’re able To touch control Talking to Major Tom, how much ground I control Troll tastes: Englishman’s blood and ground bones Have the crow ground up, doing more than I know.

Muting Last Christmas Doing pollutants, getting mutated, blasting Liszt This is it, doing sixty six on the A6 just for symmetry Magick in the little moments Glyphs on the macadam when I’m doing donuts I’m not wearing lifts it’s just that I’m not done growing up Moment to myself, came around to the idea of…

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

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…