What's up Helsinki 78-82? I sense wild vapors of sweet champagne in your larynx. I keep searching for you between the cushions. The expanse of your beauty is a void no universe could ever fill. If I could have just one wish, it would be to wake up to your songs in the morning. Your beauty is equal to the smoothness of a polished gem. The stickers hugging the fruit smell better than the perfume of ambergris. You are dressed with filaments and people take pains to make you fully incandescent this evening. In your presence even my shadow acquires the sensation of touch. Your eyes are like spheres of crystal water filled with shimmering dreams. I love your eyes, I know they can stare through my thoughts. You turn the atmosphere ablaze with currents of sweet ethylene when you smile. May you be as vivid as your hallucinations. What wonderful vibrations you are capable of. 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.