Alchemisland

View from the pew View from the tomb Few tunes from the Mu Mu Fortunes made and lost with a pew pew Six shooter brandished, saying be cool Too cruel for this rule, became a recluse Following Ra’s clues like Blue Trained with boot and tool, Blue Razz Ra’s al Ghul Ratchet one looking like…

Laughing like Tidus Meanwhile you’re Titus Groan If you keep going on this way You’re going to find out why April Is the duellist’s month Let’s meet out front Blood rush pumping Taking our paces On a mark, about facing Let one pawn be erased Without the spirit, flesh is but waste Refuse, a vile…

Do we need to a call a priest? Get your phone, triple twice three then press green Mr Sheen, mirror spit shined for what’s in the evening Call forth the mistress, me as witness, spitting her name three times Candyman arrives.

Drunk enough I’m walking like John Cleese Thoughts uglier than Anne of Cleaves Who, according to Henry V plus III, resembled a beast Well, she got to keep her head at least More than I can say for me My musou bar, once throbbing with energy, now spent What was pent now released.

Off the wall  But let’s keep up the ball  There were multiple Oswalds involved End of the day, put nothing past the CIA A lot of different masks, diverse tasks  Alphabet men broke in and stole my ID I haven’t replaced it; if someone flashes it, that’s not me It was on Friday evening after…