through painkillers and MORPHINE drips oozing grey skies and flash bangs of fire- william robertson's spectacles are tired. behind mahogany desk and degree of exaltation declaring competence and reassurance for the elderly and maimed blue skies here, ma'am, nothing more. façades are high (gilded motherfuckers-) refracting fusionbeam of promenade he was tired. phantoms on the chest suck posture, leave pits wailing battling coeur whilst reminiscences draw swords against the conscious. her name was maria.
maria of the sun maria of the cornsilks maria of the welling hearts was william robertson's. living as sunfury aztec gold windows of bliss red and orange; warm on the back, her back as a mountain curves slopes of wonderlust in sheets of navy, tracing spine endlessly counting ridges kisses of fingertips and liquid heat.
dignified mister mister behind mahogany girth, sightless at office decor motel flowers of runny watercolour and bland parallel ficus et coathanger. white14 lightbulb calms the presence.
maria of the sun. spinning fountain pen received at dinner party number 78 a russian roulette tasking. rattling as he shifts position prestigious doctor william robertson moves to right breast pocket a habit habit daily habit hourly habit. welcome to the [C17H13ClN4]. prescribed by DR.WR entirely legitimate. forty-six bars ready to ride. open and spill spectacular array tangible dumb on gloss. phantoms begin beasts lumber, mating in the night, breeding corpse and filth aerial sideways heaving heaving maria of the stars maria of thesixmariaofthesoundmariaofthewhitemariaofthehorsemariamariamari-
sit for hours with tired spectacles dizzy ataxia mindslurrr comatose william robertson. fixated shell slurgid soulcreatures fingers of steelclaw and entice. thus begins the day of shells.
