The name of this tune is BLah bLAh BlaH. It's a soupcon of everydays showcased by two extraordinary lucky-ducks who are just getting started. So here's the skinny:
The guy is gemmed, he is so-o lucky and she is indescribable.

Wait !! why did you just stop? I'm detecting some boredom, some lack-of-interest, that lazyfuck manner I resort to when the mouth gets stuffed with chocolates (Lucy . . .). It's Thursday, it's August, monsoon, kanji, solo-practice, allow ample hook-in time, remember that 3rd chew and wake the town and tell the people . . .

Isn't it romantic sensible to eek-out the intangible we call nirvana in such a dose that you prevent triggering? Stop those selfish ?? thoughts and deploy without reservations those pleasures that act like shan fit at first but then the curative 'taint -rub feelings take over and BAM - that's entertainment.

OK, it might not last forever but for now // looks down at pee-pee, it's effortless in lieu of skydiving. Labrea, you make my taste fly high like when sunrise features cloud painting and subconsciously we get the link of smallness as a plus and the pinpoint on the universe making sense of this actual minute. OK, it may cause shouts of Overlook, faux distraction and flim-flam but truth is an indefatigable condition.