M.R.I

star faced teeth in darkness

"once we paid off the mortgage we stopped selling
booze to the drunks, they'd come in at ten on the dot, practically throw they're money at me they were shaking so bad"

warm glowing excrescence, unperturbed in over our heads
pliant in amber surrounded by new buds, blow bubbles at the cortex the levantine advises, distracts from the sound of the magnets.

Field gradients advance the knotty flame that asks the opprobrium of the fat and fluid response
data achieved by our binding to this endeavour