Egoyeoist compliments
Your wit, your teeth, your pasty reflection can but incorporate freely into the powerful surface of a disintegrating mirror set afloat upon a swarm of locusts.
Your eyes are much like milky pools of pantyhose.
Be still, my love, my watermelon rind. I am consumed with your collection of agile fans and pocked blades.
Woods nymphs sprinkle your path with bowlings balls while you dance and prowl in the sequined moonlight with leftover heads of lettuce.
EAT SPASMOTIC RICE!It beguiles and will improve your complexion.
You ever remind me of the enigma of postage not sent.
Ever do your tears shed forth an peal of epidermal thunder!