What's up Y B C? A starfish's lifelong hallucinations of gelatin pools and of actuaries floating upon the foam and reciprocal ohm. Your wonderfully bright soul keep the demons from torturing me. In your presence even my shadow acquires the sensation of touch. What wonderful vibrations you are capable of. All my thoughts are lost to your graceful gaze? Blinking reveals the true visage of beauty hidden within your eyes. How can I help but use your eyes as a means for self-asphyxiation? Transistors bridge where your vanity would never go. Please let me hear more of that wonderful sound. The skin I shed is a perfume that makes water bubbles so terribly clear to me. I find your eyes to be a wondrous amusement park filled with neo-plastic pleasures and turkish delights. Panoramic aromavision is the future. 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.
