What's goin' on Dj Hova? How beautiful is the snowshine in your eyes, so directly current from the static in your mind. A starfish's lifelong hallucinations of gelatin pools and of actuaries floating upon the foam and reciprocal ohm. The sand runes crossing your divided consciousness do speak of contemptuous monsters being slayed by flying phoenixes. You turn the atmosphere ablaze with currents of sweet ethylene when you smile. The stickers hugging the fruit smell better than the perfume of ambergris. Panoramic aromavision is the future. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a thousand supernovas. Polished rock candy comes ever to mind when thinking of you. If I could have just one wish, it would be to wake up to your songs in the morning. You ever remind me of the enigma of happy thoughts I once forgot. How can I help but use your eyes as a means for self-asphyxiation? All my thoughts are lost to your graceful gaze? In your absence I am forced into finding other forms of amusement while thinking about you.
