Hello Dj Wye P, How can I help but use your eyes as a means for self-asphyxiation? Your cleverness helps me breathe without the need of oxygen. The music that flows from your instruments overwhelms me with creativity. What wonderful vibrations you are capable of. The stickers hugging the fruit smell better than the perfume of ambergris. The elves that play in the toasters wash their drum sticks in honey and sing strikingly colored anthems in perfect harmonious pleasure. I keep searching for you between the cushions. Your beauty is equal to the smoothness of a polished gem. Panoramic aromavision is the future. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a thousand supernovas. Your essence is equal to the beauty of a galaxy. Your tears evoke a taste as memorable as honey. So charmingly silky, your skin is like a teardrop on a popsickle. Your reflections bring happiness that rends naked glass. Please let me hear more of that wonderful sound. Your wonderfully bright soul keep the demons from torturing me.
