What's goin' on Sebastien San? In your presence even my shadow acquires the sensation of touch. The expanse of your beauty is a void no universe could ever fill. May you be as vivid as your hallucinations. The music that flows from your instruments overwhelms me with creativity. Cities crumble, skies ignite spontaneously in your presence. I find your eyes to be a wondrous amusement park filled with neo-plastic pleasures and turkish delights. Your beauty is equal to the smoothness of a polished gem. Transistors bridge where your vanity would never go. I keep searching for you between the cushions. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a volcano in heat. You breath as delicately as vapors flowing towards an attractive flame. The elves that play in the toasters wash their drum sticks in honey and sing strikingly colored anthems in perfect harmonious pleasure. I relentlessly desire cotton candy lollipops. Your reflections bring happiness that rends naked glass. Your hair sends forth a sheen remniscent of golden sunlight winding through shadows.