Alchemisland

I don’t remember the last time we stopped moving New schools, new faces, always on the move But tonight we’re slowing down, catching a movie Hopefully, he licks his lips, something with nudity She’s awkward in the porno theatre, this is all new to me you see Travis Bickel social skills, and a coming blood…

That many cameras and no CCTV in the tunnel, seems funny Aided and abetted by aunty, pedohive BBC The Queen’s holographic disguise glitched, revealing that her skin is green Tell her the job is done, keep her pleased I read a story about a sparks finding human limbs and torsos in her freezer And that…

Elbow grease weedy handshakes in seedy backstreets I’ve got a bag of sweets sweep you off your feet I could stand out in the street, eyes unseeing, and still beat you at Tekken Text some whores, more at eleven.

Left blood on the curb  Currant jam topping dessert Badly hurt the worse for wear  Consigned Her to the current  Earlier I felt lost for words  Knock around, searching the loch for lost girls  All they found were fabric scraps and two golden curls There were five of them, like the Golden Girls Toecurling anxiety…