Dipt Records, Panoramic aromavision is the future. All my thoughts are lost to your graceful gaze? In your absence I am forced into finding other forms of amusement while thinking about you. I sense wild vapors of sweet champagne in your larynx. A starfish's lifelong hallucinations of gelatin pools and of actuaries floating upon the foam and reciprocal ohm. What wonderful vibrations you are capable of. May you always have stables of horses to service your needs. The music that flows from your instruments overwhelms me with creativity. I keep searching for you between the cushions. Your intoxicating reflection can but incorporate freely into the powerful surface of a disintegrating mirror set afloat upon a swarm of locusts. You breath as delicately as vapors flowing towards an attractive flame. Your hair sends forth a sheen remniscent of golden sunlight winding through shadows. Transistors bridge where your vanity would never go. Please let me hear more of that wonderful sound. The stickers hugging the fruit smell better than the perfume of ambergris. (Written by : Hotbox-MySpace)
