Alchemisland

Often clash with what’s at hand because I’m an iconoclast I choose what I laugh about and what rouses my passions I am not easily lured to rapture, I gotta be the captain  Filling in the gaps between my teeth, installing caps I’m collapsing, creasing, took a lash of laughing gas Only want what’s time…

Got the Benz doing bends, no sign of Radiohead I’m a Type O Negative, uniform sporting zebra stripes My strike force deep behind enemy lies, fixing bombs with wires Calling in air strikes, winning the entire war without a heartrate spike Got the ick she refused my weed, my entire release system Green Knight dyed…

Bait when I’m on the take like I was a writhing can you bring to the lake I’m reclined on laws beside no walking signs, writing pad out trying to break Down words into killable syllables, nailing my deliverables I minister to the miserable, Apostolic reverence for the reverted I’m of moronic, apollonic stock, something…

Favourite game anything I can participate in, complete, whilst blazed Smell there could put you on trial, no windowsill cooling for these pies Proceeds of crime cannot be denied, proceeding to the bank in disguise Hot trays coming out the range like it was summertime bake sale Brass Eye Cake all the rage, money worries…

Bedsheets twisted like it said left hand red With my right, eft her bidet-wiped arse red as dead redemption My middle name is the opposite of abstention In the roll of Dionysians, my name is mentioned The sun teaches me this day only If you want her, tell her hold me She can only say…