Dj Mister Junior Project

Hey Dj Mister Junior Project, Your tears evoke a taste as memorable as honey. The expanse of your beauty is a void no universe could ever fill. Blinking reveals the true visage of beauty hidden within your eyes. Transistors bridge where your vanity would never go. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a thousand supernovas. The music that flows from your instruments overwhelms me with creativity. How can I help but use your eyes as a means for self-asphyxiation? A starfish's lifelong hallucinations of gelatin pools and of actuaries floating upon the foam and reciprocal ohm. Your hair sends forth a sheen remniscent of golden sunlight winding through shadows. The sand runes crossing your divided consciousness do speak of contemptuous monsters being slayed by flying phoenixes. Your cleverness helps me breathe without the need of oxygen. Polished rock candy comes ever to mind when thinking of you. The stickers hugging the fruit smell better than the perfume of ambergris. So charmingly silky, your skin is like a teardrop on a popsickle.

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