What's up Sex+Y? Your wonderfully bright soul keep the demons from torturing me. The sand runes crossing your divided consciousness do speak of contemptuous monsters being slayed by flying phoenixes. I keep searching for you between the cushions. Your intoxicating reflection can but incorporate freely into the powerful surface of a disintegrating mirror set afloat upon a swarm of locusts. All my thoughts are lost to your graceful gaze? 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. You are dressed with filaments and people take pains to make you fully incandescent this evening. Your beauty is equal to the smoothness of a polished gem. Panoramic aromavision is the future. How it passes there and back again like a tear drop glistening in moonlight. Your sweet voice is like the application of aloe vera upon a sunburnt back.
Thanks. We are finishing up the record and look forward to
dropping like dad dropped mom for that waitress. The shit will be so
buzz-worthy that you will need a pooper-scooper and a fly swatter. Rock
on.. C.G.G.D.D.