Carry Stress in the Jaw - Mr. Bungle

Powder grinding mouthfull

Pull the day from the nocturn

Sonimloquist is the nightmare’s song

In the multiplied objects of the external world

I had no thoughts but for the teeth…

And of Berenice, I more seriously believed that

All her teeth were thoughts.

The white and ghastly spectrum of the teeth…

Meditations were never pleasurable…

The phantasma of the teeth maintained

Its terrible ascendency (Poe)

Lock into bitten dreams perfectionist

Break like a child’s mouth