The sand runes crossing your divided consciousness do speak of contemptuous monsters being slayed by flying phoenixes. You have not yet reached the height of your creativity. I sense wild vapors of sweet champagne in your larynx. I relentlessly desire cotton candy lollipops. Panoramic aromavision is the future. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a thousand supernovas. Transistors bridge where your vanity would never go. As the bliss slowly rises in my incandescent eluxulator, your mere presence has a euphoric effect upon me.
What's up Black Sabbath Music? How beautiful is the snowshine in your eyes, so directly current from the static in your mind. The skin I shed is a perfume that makes water bubbles so terribly clear to me. Your tears evoke a taste as memorable as honey. The elves that play in the toasters wash their drum sticks in honey and sing strikingly colored anthems in perfect harmonious pleasure. Your beauty is multiplexed in contemplation of your multidimensional effervescence. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a volcano in heat. May you be as vivid as your hallucinations. So charmingly silky, your skin is like a teardrop on a popsickle. Wood nymphs sprinkle your path with rose petals while you dance and prowl in the sequined moonlight with leftover cupcake sprinkles. In your presence even my shadow acquires the sensation of touch. I relentlessly desire cotton candy lollipops. You breath as delicately as vapors flowing towards an attractive flame. The sand runes crossing your divided consciousness do speak of contemptuous monsters being slayed by flying phoenixes.
The sand runes crossing your divided consciousness do speak of contemptuous monsters being slayed by flying phoenixes. You have not yet reached the height of your creativity. I sense wild vapors of sweet champagne in your larynx. I relentlessly desire cotton candy lollipops. Panoramic aromavision is the future. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a thousand supernovas. Transistors bridge where your vanity would never go. As the bliss slowly rises in my incandescent eluxulator, your mere presence has a euphoric effect upon me.
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What's up Black Sabbath Music? How beautiful is the snowshine in your eyes, so directly current from the static in your mind. The skin I shed is a perfume that makes water bubbles so terribly clear to me. Your tears evoke a taste as memorable as honey. The elves that play in the toasters wash their drum sticks in honey and sing strikingly colored anthems in perfect harmonious pleasure. Your beauty is multiplexed in contemplation of your multidimensional effervescence. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a volcano in heat. May you be as vivid as your hallucinations. So charmingly silky, your skin is like a teardrop on a popsickle. Wood nymphs sprinkle your path with rose petals while you dance and prowl in the sequined moonlight with leftover cupcake sprinkles. In your presence even my shadow acquires the sensation of touch. I relentlessly desire cotton candy lollipops. You breath as delicately as vapors flowing towards an attractive flame. The sand runes crossing your divided consciousness do speak of contemptuous monsters being slayed by flying phoenixes.