Partial ingredients: cannibal eyes; trust her and she's yours for now | fragmentary servings of the whole; orderly oscillation time | cosmonaut launches into fugue state with arm accompaniment at 5 psi | dawdling city, we say, thrusting up in her nighttime; but lickable bright, and ours | longitudinally fresh, with no angle of attack, this map-bound time gizmo satisfies all the more
