As the bliss slowly rises in my incandescent eluxulator, your mere presence has a euphoric effect upon me. Your hair sends forth a sheen remniscent of golden sunlight winding through shadows. Your eyes are like spheres of crystal water filled with shimmering dreams. Cities crumble, skies ignite spontaneously in your presence. How beautiful is the snowshine in your eyes, so directly current from the static in your mind. I desire to see life through your hallucinations so that they massage my viscera into an eternal state of turgid flux. You are dressed with filaments and people take pains to make you fully incandescent this evening. Please let me hear more of that wonderful sound. The elves that play in the toasters wash their drum sticks in honey and sing strikingly colored anthems in perfect harmonious pleasure. May you always have stables of horses to service your needs. The expanse of your beauty is a void no universe could ever fill. Transistors bridge where your vanity would never go.
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