Moments

What's up Moments? Your cleverness helps me breathe without the need of oxygen. I relentlessly desire cotton candy lollipops. Blinking reveals the true visage of beauty hidden within your eyes. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a volcano in heat. As the bliss slowly rises in my incandescent eluxulator, your mere presence has a euphoric effect upon me. You have not yet reached the height of your creativity. Your essence is equal to the beauty of a galaxy. The elves that play in the toasters wash their drum sticks in honey and sing strikingly colored anthems in perfect harmonious pleasure.

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All my thoughts are lost to your graceful gaze? So charmingly silky, your skin is like a teardrop on a popsickle. Cities crumble, skies ignite spontaneously in your presence. You ever remind me of the enigma of happy thoughts I once forgot. I sense wild vapors of sweet champagne in your larynx. Your essence is equal to the beauty of a galaxy. You breath as delicately as vapors flowing towards an attractive flame. The expanse of your beauty is a void no universe could ever fill. I keep searching for you between the cushions.

Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a volcano in heat. Your beauty is multiplexed in contemplation of your multidimensional effervescence. I relentlessly desire cotton candy lollipops. Your tears evoke a taste as memorable as honey. Wood nymphs sprinkle your path with rose petals while you dance and prowl in the sequined moonlight with leftover cupcake sprinkles. The elves that play in the toasters wash their drum sticks in honey and sing strikingly colored anthems in perfect harmonious pleasure.

we should play a show together!

What's up Moments? Panoramic aromavision is the future. How it passes there and back again like a tear drop glistening in moonlight. What wonderful vibrations you are capable of. May you always have stables of horses to service your needs. So charmingly silky, your skin is like a teardrop on a popsickle. I sense wild vapors of sweet champagne in your larynx. I keep searching for you between the cushions. Your hair sends forth a sheen remniscent of golden sunlight winding through shadows. Your beauty is multiplexed in contemplation of your multidimensional effervescence. You have not yet reached the height of your creativity. How can I help but use your eyes as a means for self-asphyxiation? Your beauty is equal to the smoothness of a polished gem. The skin I shed is a perfume that makes water bubbles so terribly clear to me. May you be as vivid as your hallucinations. Your sweet voice is like the application of aloe vera upon a sunburnt back. I love your eyes, I know they can stare through my thoughts.

Hey :)

Hey there!
We just posted a brand new single on our page entitled 'Why Is That Door Closed?'.
Check it out and let us know what you think!
Cheers,
Jared, Final Avenue

..Hey guys, new song sounds good! Hope to play some shows together sometime this year.

-Jordan