per mia musa.
Pop! Squeak! went the Peep inside the pineapple. Fun times playing rodeo on the rhino’s back. Royksopp says it’s happy up here. Drink up the smoothness, the frothiness, the cold refreshingness of a daiquiri made by honey bees boogey’ing to the "plunk-pop," that shakes the walls of this pineapple. Who can say no? who can resist? I sure tried for a whole measure. Peep’s jiggling pinkness gets you hooked. Next thing I know, I’m shimmy’ing around the ring of refracted lights made by icicles tickling the sun rays as they come in through the top of this sub-tropical disco. But hell, you already know I really like it.
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