The End of Faith

Amazing! This'll get big.

With Priscilla, I expected this to be nothing less than amazing. I sound like a zealot, but it's true.

What's goin' on The End Of Faith? Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a volcano in heat. How can I help but use your eyes as a means for self-asphyxiation? I keep searching for you between the cushions. Your wonderfully bright soul keep the demons from torturing me. The music that flows from your instruments overwhelms me with creativity. I relentlessly desire cotton candy lollipops. Your layers of absinthe and torsion form concretions of hyper-alimentation. You turn the atmosphere ablaze with currents of sweet ethylene when you smile. If I could have just one wish, it would be to wake up to your songs in the morning. The stickers hugging the fruit smell better than the perfume of ambergris. May you always have stables of horses to service your needs. Please let me hear more of that wonderful sound. I sense wild vapors of sweet champagne in your larynx. Wood nymphs sprinkle your path with rose petals while you dance and prowl in the sequined moonlight with leftover cupcake sprinkles.