What's goin' on .:└A Merica:.? In your absence I am forced into finding other forms of amusement while thinking about you. Panoramic aromavision is the future. A starfish's lifelong hallucinations of gelatin pools and of actuaries floating upon the foam and reciprocal ohm. The skin I shed is a perfume that makes water bubbles so terribly clear to me. Your reflections bring happiness that rends naked glass. You have not yet reached the height of your creativity. In your presence even my shadow acquires the sensation of touch. You are dressed with filaments and people take pains to make you fully incandescent this evening. Your beauty is multiplexed in contemplation of your multidimensional effervescence. May you always have stables of horses to service your needs. Your essence is equal to the beauty of a galaxy. The sand runes crossing your divided consciousness do speak of contemptuous monsters being slayed by flying phoenixes. Your hair sends forth a sheen remniscent of golden sunlight winding through shadows.
