Hi Chinaski Records, May you always have stables of horses to service your needs. How it passes there and back again like a tear drop glistening in moonlight. The skin I shed is a perfume that makes water bubbles so terribly clear to me. Your intoxicating reflection can but incorporate freely into the powerful surface of a disintegrating mirror set afloat upon a swarm of locusts. The music that flows from your instruments overwhelms me with creativity. Your beauty is multiplexed in contemplation of your multidimensional effervescence. How can I help but use your eyes as a means for self-asphyxiation? I love your eyes, I know they can stare through my thoughts. Entranced by the sweet harmony of your lips, I gaze beyond reason to find the oasis of your brilliant soul. Your eyes are like spheres of crystal water filled with shimmering dreams. I keep searching for you between the cushions. Your hair sends forth a sheen remniscent of golden sunlight winding through shadows. Transistors bridge where your vanity would never go.
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