What's goin' on Spencer? How beautiful is the snowshine in your eyes, so directly current from the static in your mind. Your beauty is equal to the smoothness of a polished gem. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a thousand supernovas. In your presence even my shadow acquires the sensation of touch. You turn the atmosphere ablaze with currents of sweet ethylene when you smile. You are dressed with filaments and people take pains to make you fully incandescent this evening. Blinking reveals the true visage of beauty hidden within your eyes. I desire to see life through your hallucinations so that they massage my viscera into an eternal state of turgid flux. The music that flows from your instruments overwhelms me with creativity. The expanse of your beauty is a void no universe could ever fill. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a volcano in heat. Your cleverness helps me breathe without the need of oxygen. In your absence I am forced into finding other forms of amusement while thinking about you.