Alchemisland

What I do today impacts directly What comes next Or so it seems in my head Which in the end As director Provides those inflections.

Five gold-purple pied eggs it’d take a big skillet to fry. He’s gone now; His undisguised sun-haunted soul absconded, Beyond mind, the old meat years left behind, Off to try that oft-discussed angel-buttered chicken fillet roll in the sky.

Four first like A New Hope First to bill a big boy four gets the best dessert. A new dope Strain makes them berserk, short circuits the brain To state it plainly, I’ve got it in such surplus That selling out day after day hardly drains the surfeit Floor safe guarded by Cerberus Leal staff…

My deserved thirst unsated by this Satan-given marsh salt milkshake. Shameless vermillion shade to my new robes – cash paid. Cateye coloured light cascades, scattering the catamites. The stretched hamstring of me, known well by the cat-o-nines, The loveless life of a two-boss spy, Well misspent prime sucking exhaust pipes. They pity me the passers…