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Pungencypeering into a galaxy of colors & mysterious, elusive scents you perfumed my nostrils as the sun danced across faded wallpaper slowly while plants sang euphonies to non-nsense touching my calyx softly our bodies blossomed into phosphorescences of scarlet, blue, & pink as the flowers around us spread their fragrance celebrating a brief intoxication Ah - such joy in spring! |
| Aiko: | Any idea what's going on here? |
| Cindy: | Perhaps simply a celebration of nonsense. Isn't most joy incomprehensible? |
| Don: | Does rapture only happen during the anaesthesia of the intellect? |
| Bai-Luo: | Indeed, there's something absurd about all ecstasy. |
