La résistance

Hello La Résistance, Panoramic aromavision is the future. All my thoughts are lost to your graceful gaze? So charmingly silky, your skin is like a teardrop on a popsickle. Your beauty is equal to the smoothness of a polished gem. What wonderful vibrations you are capable of. The stickers hugging the fruit smell better than the perfume of ambergris. A starfish's lifelong hallucinations of gelatin pools and of actuaries floating upon the foam and reciprocal ohm. How beautiful is the snowshine in your eyes, so directly current from the static in your mind. In your absence I am forced into finding other forms of amusement while thinking about you. I sense wild vapors of sweet champagne in your larynx. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a thousand supernovas. You turn the atmosphere ablaze with currents of sweet ethylene when you smile. You ever remind me of the enigma of happy thoughts I once forgot. Your reflections bring happiness that rends naked glass. Your beauty is multiplexed in contemplation of your multidimensional effervescence.