Prison of Sound

Your reflections bring happiness that rends naked glass. Your sweet voice is like the application of aloe vera upon a sunburnt back. 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. Panoramic aromavision is the future. Your eyes are like spheres of crystal water filled with shimmering dreams. The elves that play in the toasters wash their drum sticks in honey and sing strikingly colored anthems in perfect harmonious pleasure.

Hey Prison Of Sound, In your presence even my shadow acquires the sensation of touch. You are dressed with filaments and people take pains to make you fully incandescent this evening. Your wonderfully bright soul keep the demons from torturing me. I relentlessly desire cotton candy lollipops. Your cleverness helps me breathe without the need of oxygen. The sand runes crossing your divided consciousness do speak of contemptuous monsters being slayed by flying phoenixes. Blinking reveals the true visage of beauty hidden within your eyes. In your absence I am forced into finding other forms of amusement while thinking about you. How can I help but use your eyes as a means for self-asphyxiation? Your reflections bring happiness that rends naked glass. I keep searching for you between the cushions. Please let me hear more of that wonderful sound. Cities crumble, skies ignite spontaneously in your presence. The elves that play in the toasters wash their drum sticks in honey and sing strikingly colored anthems in perfect harmonious pleasure.

Cheers!!!

Thanks!  I'm really diggin the sounds you guys are pushin out!  I knew it would be cool.

Thanks!

Can't wait to hear some tunes!