Hey Angry Penguin Robo, Your layers of absinthe and torsion form concretions of hyper-alimentation. Your hair sends forth a sheen remniscent of golden sunlight winding through shadows. Panoramic aromavision is the future. All my thoughts are lost to your graceful gaze? You breath as delicately as vapors flowing towards an attractive flame. Please let me hear more of that wonderful sound. The elves that play in the toasters wash their drum sticks in honey and sing strikingly colored anthems in perfect harmonious pleasure. Cities crumble, skies ignite spontaneously in your presence. Your beauty is equal to the smoothness of a polished gem. Your eyes are like spheres of crystal water filled with shimmering dreams. Your wonderfully bright soul keep the demons from torturing me. You have not yet reached the height of your creativity. How beautiful is the snowshine in your eyes, so directly current from the static in your mind. How it passes there and back again like a tear drop glistening in moonlight.