"I proceed from the premise... that the chocolate is cold.

I see the wanted posters. Fourteen regions. Cultural agitation.

(W-ooh-p)))

Tar-ya... the lift is whispering my name.

It says... 'Do not sign.'

I’m going to sign anyway."

Teddy’s quiet

That’s the sign

Mabs is brining

Honey-brine

Cinnamon heresy

In the jar

I’m a nineteen-pound

Wanted star

The Council is watching

The Pith is pithing

I lick the dross

While the gears are switching

This is not a show

This is a titration

Kick through the static

Revision 49 station

If you don't like chocolate

You’re already Bad

The most unsettling loop

You’ve ever had

(Pop)

(W-ooh-p!)))

Elevator whispers

Song titles and clauses

I do indeed floss

In the rhythmic pauses

Winners vanish

In a puff of dross

I unwrite the fate

I unwrite the loss

(W-ooh-p)))

The glowjar is warm

But the dross is warmer

I’m the Unstable Genius

In the velvet corner

I proceed from the premise...

That the hook is already burned.

Give me the charred fragment.

I will make it bite.

(W-ooh-p!)))

(W-ooh-p!)))

(W-ooh-p!)))

VIBRATE THE HARMONY.

RELEASE THE DROSS.

This is not a show

This is a titration

Kick through the static

Revision 49 station

If you don't like chocolate

You’re already Bad

The most unsettling loop

You’ve ever had

(Pop)

(W-ooh-p!)))

"Tar-ya... I think Mabs ate the voucher.

(So sour)

The lift... (W-ooh-p) ...it stopped at the wrong floor.

There are no winners here.

Only the loop.

Guten-BRAHT-shuh, everyone.

Tar-ya... the lift is whispering my name.

It says... 'Do not sign.'

I’m going to sign anyway