Replenish This Shit

Calibrate my finger against swords, the splints of ancient wheat harvests found under an ice bound locker. Measure out and demyth the source of my fragile figurehead, its screaming eye. Flames. Bursting satellites extinguish my need to rove, to surveill frames. Frames distinguish one apart from the catalog of catalogs, the book of books, chariot please of hope chariots. Susan, turn, replenished, to your dark sense of right. Should you hunger, should you shatter from here reenergized, remember that to establish a dependency is quite nice nice to have. Chop. Deliver chops promptly; eat us for we would fill instead. Deliver filled stuff, husks. Deliver even a small dent dented by the hammerforce. Deliver dry ice. Deliver dry ice. Deliver some dry ice. Deliver even dry cock ice dust. Remaindered ice is ice delivered.