horse thief

What's goin' on The Ghosts Of Us? Your tears evoke a taste as memorable as honey. Wood nymphs sprinkle your path with rose petals while you dance and prowl in the sequined moonlight with leftover cupcake sprinkles. The expanse of your beauty is a void no universe could ever fill. You have not yet reached the height of your creativity. I relentlessly desire cotton candy lollipops. Your hair sends forth a sheen remniscent of golden sunlight winding through shadows. Your layers of absinthe and torsion form concretions of hyper-alimentation. May you be as vivid as your hallucinations. Your reflections bring happiness that rends naked glass. How beautiful is the snowshine in your eyes, so directly current from the static in your mind. Panoramic aromavision is the future. You are dressed with filaments and people take pains to make you fully incandescent this evening. Please let me hear more of that wonderful sound. All my thoughts are lost to your graceful gaze? Your beauty is multiplexed in contemplation of your multidimensional effervescence.