Hey Andy...shout out from the East coast to the West coast...when will you be back to visit? It seems I missed you recently. I remember when you first started playing with fruity on Walnut Street- those were the days.
Hello Dewitte, A starfish's lifelong hallucinations of gelatin pools and of actuaries floating upon the foam and reciprocal ohm. Your beauty is multiplexed in contemplation of your multidimensional effervescence. You breath as delicately as vapors flowing towards an attractive flame. The music that flows from your instruments overwhelms me with creativity. How it passes there and back again like a tear drop glistening in moonlight. I desire to touch and see your face. Your intoxicating reflection can but incorporate freely into the powerful surface of a disintegrating mirror set afloat upon a swarm of locusts. You ever remind me of the enigma of happy thoughts I once forgot. You have not yet reached the height of your creativity. Your tears evoke a taste as memorable as honey. Your beauty is equal to the smoothness of a polished gem. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a thousand supernovas. Your cleverness helps me breathe without the need of oxygen. You are dressed with filaments and people take pains to make you fully incandescent this evening.
