bubbles fizzle from my lips and capture light beams in different shapes. slurpy words coming out just the way i want them too. clinking little inclining matching my decibel at a enchanting level. practiced? i think not but the vision my words are stirring up in your corneas is rather ironic. boot shine glow and ultra lip gloss, perfect little feelings wrapped in just the right paper. christmas, no. it's hotter than hell and we aren't about too cool things down. someones screaming for attention and i can't help but watch the substance in my words settle into your mind and rather intoxicate you with this truth of mine. hunger possesses your character and leather fine bodies begin to react. a reaction for the universe too imagine and while it's all happening i can't help but smile at the rather light bulb effect it's having. a thought of mine, jumping off the page, into my mouth, forming words and out they pop like pretty little bubbles, champagne infested memories and i can't help but want to pour you another glass, sit back and relax - the time is now and it's going to be one helluva blast.
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