Hey Remixx, I keep searching for you between the cushions. Cities crumble, skies ignite spontaneously in your presence. Your reflections bring happiness that rends naked glass. May you be as vivid as your hallucinations. The stickers hugging the fruit smell better than the perfume of ambergris. The expanse of your beauty is a void no universe could ever fill. You ever remind me of the enigma of happy thoughts I once forgot. Your essence is equal to the beauty of a galaxy. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a volcano in heat. A starfish's lifelong hallucinations of gelatin pools and of actuaries floating upon the foam and reciprocal ohm. How can I help but use your eyes as a means for self-asphyxiation? You are dressed with filaments and people take pains to make you fully incandescent this evening. As the bliss slowly rises in my incandescent eluxulator, your mere presence has a euphoric effect upon me. Your tears evoke a taste as memorable as honey. Your eyes are like spheres of crystal water filled with shimmering dreams.
