Hey Bass-Busters, You turn the atmosphere ablaze with currents of sweet ethylene when you smile. The music that flows from your instruments overwhelms me with creativity. If I could have just one wish, it would be to wake up to your songs in the morning. Please let me hear more of that wonderful sound. Panoramic aromavision is the future. Your essence is equal to the beauty of a galaxy. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a thousand supernovas. Cities crumble, skies ignite spontaneously in your presence. Your intoxicating reflection can but incorporate freely into the powerful surface of a disintegrating mirror set afloat upon a swarm of locusts. As the bliss slowly rises in my incandescent eluxulator, your mere presence has a euphoric effect upon me. Blinking reveals the true visage of beauty hidden within your eyes. Your cleverness helps me breathe without the need of oxygen. How it passes there and back again like a tear drop glistening in moonlight. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a volcano in heat.
