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I looked into Barbara's eyes and I saw the spirograph design I tried for years to perfect.
I looked into Barbara's eyes and I saw a war between planets; one of them was Jupiter but the other was unfamiliar; perhaps from the local supercluster.
She had these irises which was least 12 times prettier than carnations, spidermums or "birds of paradise." I don't have to tell you folks that iris is from the Greek word for rainbow and next to her irises a rainbow aint nothing but a beam from a 99› flashlight going through somebody's spit.
She had these corneas which as we all know is that anteriorly convex part that projects forward from the eye much like a watchglass does from its case; her corneas were admitting light
and I hoped they were admitting my light but they seemed to be emitting light.
We're talking supernova here and only a fool moon would eclipse this girl.
I was more entranced than those guys that looked at Medusa cept not in such a bad way, why she was the anti-Medusa.
I was more stoned than everybody at Woodstock put together she was more potent than acid mescaline and psilocybin stew with a dash of cayenne pepper ah fuck it and throw in the whole jar.
You don't know how hard I tried with that spirograph.