What's up Eddie? May you be as vivid as your hallucinations. If I could have just one wish, it would be to wake up to your songs in the morning. You have not yet reached the height of your creativity. I keep searching for you between the cushions. Your eyes are like spheres of crystal water filled with shimmering dreams. Your beauty is multiplexed in contemplation of your multidimensional effervescence. Wood nymphs sprinkle your path with rose petals while you dance and prowl in the sequined moonlight with leftover cupcake sprinkles. A starfish's lifelong hallucinations of gelatin pools and of actuaries floating upon the foam and reciprocal ohm. In your presence even my shadow acquires the sensation of touch. I love your eyes, I know they can stare through my thoughts. So charmingly silky, your skin is like a teardrop on a popsickle. All my thoughts are lost to your graceful gaze? Transistors bridge where your vanity would never go. Your tears evoke a taste as memorable as honey. Panoramic aromavision is the future.
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