Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The Alchemist.
THE ALCHEMIST, thee ETERNAL WIZARD-DUDE, timeless-ABIDES since Soloman, Petrified Testaments, Exiles, a WHISPER on the wind that turns base metals into GOLD, or that illusive Liqueur of Immortality and NOW available on aisle 3 of your local Supermarket, do we frantically masturbate, gather at the Evangelist-Baptist-Tabernacle of J.C. or SCREAM!... Good Choir there I hear.
THE ALCHEMIST, that Hoodie-Medaevilist dude got a SPELL..Whoosh-whoosh! A Spell for THAT,
another for THIS, a fizzle. LORD-s Word! Feel it when U donate a $100 bill! And HOW LONG, remonstrates the Preacher, his dispair, yet cudgelled Genenetic Science and now Nowhere, a SINNER, a JUNKIE, now SEEN the Light, a long journey, a Stranger, Riches, increased frantic masturbation, certainly no Love! Gather Unto Me!!!
The ALCHEMIST squirrels around his Eternal laboratory, tutting at chemicals smelling like God-s death. Psychology, Economics, POLITICS, ALL are within his obscure-vacuumess realm...and there-s YOU believing Gold from base metals, Water into Wine, PEACE from War or that the Devil thwarted Mankind ....which conjoins with your Soul-s inner succubus. The one to whom, abed, you say Goodnight.
c.2020, may 24, davedelacroix, ourmanineurope.
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