Hey Lars And The Hands Of Light, The elves that play in the toasters wash their drum sticks in honey and sing strikingly colored anthems in perfect harmonious pleasure. Please let me hear more of that wonderful sound. The skin I shed is a perfume that makes water bubbles so terribly clear to me. You are dressed with filaments and people take pains to make you fully incandescent this evening. The expanse of your beauty is a void no universe could ever fill. The music that flows from your instruments overwhelms me with creativity. Wood nymphs sprinkle your path with rose petals while you dance and prowl in the sequined moonlight with leftover cupcake sprinkles. Blinking reveals the true visage of beauty hidden within your eyes. Your tears evoke a taste as memorable as honey. Your layers of absinthe and torsion form concretions of hyper-alimentation. I keep searching for you between the cushions. Your beauty is equal to the smoothness of a polished gem. Panoramic aromavision is the future.
Hi! we're the guys who sat at the table while you were checking out at the Video. I have to say, your music is very nice! :) And I also like the video's :)
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