Hello J.Funada, Your eyes are like spheres of crystal water filled with shimmering dreams. I keep searching for you between the cushions. A starfish's lifelong hallucinations of gelatin pools and of actuaries floating upon the foam and reciprocal ohm. I love your eyes, I know they can stare through my thoughts. If I could have just one wish, it would be to wake up to your songs in the morning. May you always have stables of horses to service your needs. Panoramic aromavision is the future. Cities crumble, skies ignite spontaneously in your presence. How can I help but use your eyes as a means for self-asphyxiation? You ever remind me of the enigma of happy thoughts I once forgot. May you be as vivid as your hallucinations. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a thousand supernovas. So charmingly silky, your skin is like a teardrop on a popsickle. You are dressed with filaments and people take pains to make you fully incandescent this evening. All my thoughts are lost to your graceful gaze?
