Infectious smiles, virusitic laughter, blended well with an incapacitating charm that could drown monstro. Tounge and second nature guides the mind-numbing audible art rendered to sweet perfection. The blinded subconscious  listens and is influenced. That, when mixed with the timeless portrait, quietly absorbs all words before they have a chance to bloom into the conversations their creator intended. Privy to her sponge like qualities, a motion is made. Like she bears a red hour glass on her belly, dinner is served. Tantalized by the morsels, the lost soul succumbs to the suffering like succotash. The gates are open. The sheep is hopeful. The wolf is waiting. A paw length of anticipation away, a hoof length of curiosity ahead, and one shepard’s foot from fufillment. Inaudible inuendos increased intrigue, instantly invoking immensly intense inquiries. Tivo is incapable of pausing the present in such a manner. Full blown, no HI, no big V. Robert Plant’s famous path becomes fiction. T-minus hero to zero.