What's goin' on Dj Comeon? The elves that play in the toasters wash their drum sticks in honey and sing strikingly colored anthems in perfect harmonious pleasure. You breath as delicately as vapors flowing towards an attractive flame. I sense wild vapors of sweet champagne in your larynx. A starfish's lifelong hallucinations of gelatin pools and of actuaries floating upon the foam and reciprocal ohm. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a thousand supernovas. You are dressed with filaments and people take pains to make you fully incandescent this evening. Please let me hear more of that wonderful sound. Your wonderfully bright soul keep the demons from torturing me. How beautiful is the snowshine in your eyes, so directly current from the static in your mind. Your essence is equal to the beauty of a galaxy. If I could have just one wish, it would be to wake up to your songs in the morning. Your cleverness helps me breathe without the need of oxygen. Your layers of absinthe and torsion form concretions of hyper-alimentation.
