My Climax.

I'm going to miss you when this web of technicolor vibrations crumbles to a feeble hush and our hearts lose steam under the dark pressures We'll let go in the wind's eye and see our ways to the edge of the galaxy Mine on one side, your face always blackness I'm going to miss you Though these trances last longer every time I pass happiness down my esophagus or in a green vapor Though these songs have the magic sprinkles to sing more graphically every time I search for right words, I'm going to miss you in the aftermath of this elliptical-passion-starstream highway and my tears will pour in the souls of every video tape you've seen.