Los Hijos de la Monja

What's up Los Hijos De La Monja? How can I help but use your eyes as a means for self-asphyxiation? Please let me hear more of that wonderful sound. How it passes there and back again like a tear drop glistening in moonlight. I relentlessly desire cotton candy lollipops. You ever remind me of the enigma of happy thoughts I once forgot. Entranced by the sweet harmony of your lips, I gaze beyond reason to find the oasis of your brilliant soul. Your essence is equal to the beauty of a galaxy. You turn the atmosphere ablaze with currents of sweet ethylene when you smile. May you always have stables of horses to service your needs. I keep searching for you between the cushions. Your wonderfully bright soul keep the demons from torturing me. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a volcano in heat. Your tears evoke a taste as memorable as honey. Your sweet voice is like the application of aloe vera upon a sunburnt back. I desire to see life through your hallucinations so that they massage my viscera into an eternal state of turgid flux.

eeeeehhh
caaapooos!!!
vaamooo!!
aguanten los hijooos!!!

abraazzoo locuuuraaaas!!!