Hi Lovelessbob, You ever remind me of the enigma of happy thoughts I once forgot. Transistors bridge where your vanity would never go. The expanse of your beauty is a void no universe could ever fill. In your absence I am forced into finding other forms of amusement while thinking about you. I find your eyes to be a wondrous amusement park filled with neo-plastic pleasures and turkish delights. Your essence is equal to the beauty of a galaxy. You turn the atmosphere ablaze with currents of sweet ethylene when you smile. Your intoxicating reflection can but incorporate freely into the powerful surface of a disintegrating mirror set afloat upon a swarm of locusts. Polished rock candy comes ever to mind when thinking of you. May you always have stables of horses to service your needs. You have not yet reached the height of your creativity. So charmingly silky, your skin is like a teardrop on a popsickle. The elves that play in the toasters wash their drum sticks in honey and sing strikingly colored anthems in perfect harmonious pleasure.
