Her smile is like a visual virus,
Making me a zombie of longing.

When I hear the ding of an incoming text message, the sound makes my heart flutter a little. Is it you?

personA: she's beautiful
me: she also has extra-beautiful features.
personA: such as?
personB: such as the unique kind of beauty that comes from having indeterminate race.

The feeling of her eyelashes brushing your forearm.

For various reasons I don't want to intimate too clearly, but cleverly veiled I'll describe my current situation.

I'm under the influence of things that would traditionally be colored pink and red. Various forces that are occasionally described as being pierced by arrows have entered my general emotional vicinity. About, above, across, after, against, along amid among, these feelings are prepositioning certain aspects of aesthetic acuity which is bringing forward some good graphical karma.

And so, this is the mandala - leviathan - cupid - venus - apple pastiche of a situation that I've concocted via avenues of Photoshop hedonism. Click here to download the full (400K).

(Thank you Jimi Hendrix and _________, it's all rock n' roll AND apples here)