Hey Pryaniki, Your layers of absinthe and torsion form concretions of hyper-alimentation. You ever remind me of the enigma of happy thoughts I once forgot. Wood nymphs sprinkle your path with rose petals while you dance and prowl in the sequined moonlight with leftover cupcake sprinkles. How it passes there and back again like a tear drop glistening in moonlight. I find your eyes to be a wondrous amusement park filled with neo-plastic pleasures and turkish delights. I desire to see life through your hallucinations so that they massage my viscera into an eternal state of turgid flux. The skin I shed is a perfume that makes water bubbles so terribly clear to me. You turn the atmosphere ablaze with currents of sweet ethylene when you smile. I love your eyes, I know they can stare through my thoughts. Your beauty is multiplexed in contemplation of your multidimensional effervescence. Your cleverness helps me breathe without the need of oxygen. I relentlessly desire cotton candy lollipops.
