Alchemisland

Well, that’s your plan scuppered, he mutters He sees them malingering outside, snipes from the gutter Doubtless holding tucked cutters Knows the kind, make career Of destroying the area Knows how to deal with them Just like he did in Korea Call in the pros, Mavis Old man wielding a baseball bat instructs his wife…

My addictions seem impassable  The source of them ungraspable I’ll be smoking grass  Sure as shit stains are found beneath an asshole Sure as Shadowfax is in your Findus casserole Your Rolex knows my Casio’s gold tier  I’ve gone clear, operating Thetan Procreating Satan on my discman.

I’m the clown in the candyvan  When you shave in the mirror I’m behind the shower curtain Shouting stand and deliver Your flesh a map of agonies  Curtain wraps around my knees  I am wearing your shower cap while I Slash you like the candyman You leave cherry streaks on the mirror’s cheeks .