Alchemisland

Have a proper gander, you, the leal At my steel-plated propaganda vehicle Driving down the street, howling repeal repeal Repent, for the end is near!  Fuck that, mate, already here Staring out the window, all directions dreary Year’s second collision, with me it’s never nearly.

Isis, my finest wife, in wine white dyes bowls onlookers over Her fingers swan necks, opal, diamond, ruby, and emerald banded Stolen from Zosha, red squirrel and stole on the shoulder Person of polarities, bipolar; one minute stropping, next laughing hilarity Dancing pantless in abandoneds for planless dealers Scenes from the Moreau paintings in my…

Strives to talk more than 12 barbers plus five taxi drivers type Mercury diet In my alchemical lab, thriving Melling materia, praying wisdom from Athena Smoked so much weed feels like physical symptoms from diphtheria.

She stirs my glad glands, tropic Permanent shrug if I’m holding My image one eye like Odin, glitch wizard Which glyph is it? Lots, in fact most I withhold Well sus though, so I hold back to scope it Backstab phobic, mind closed it’s a bintop open Opened the door wristtwisting motion, half four Swung…

You ruined my pensive mood  Now I’m aggressive at the new moon  You’re not special Better move or get wrecked  How often do you show respect To your betters? How long have you been chained to a rad  With leather fetters? Never ever scrimp on detail  I don’t want no etceteras  Want a bird who…