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I’ve never told anyone this (mostly because I just thought of a way to describe this), but when I see things that really make me happy, my mind sends out millions of invisible mono-filament tendrils that wrap lovingly around things regardless of whether or not they have any shape or form. This is a wholly internal sensation, and elicits little to no outward espression if there is anyone else in the room. If I am alone, my teeth expand bigger than my mouth in order to hold back the sheer glee that is audibly expressed as something that can only be described as a strained squeel. The remaining wash of this mental orgasm expands from the back of my cortex, flowing quickly down my spinal column and comes to rest in my stomach, heart and upper palate. or something like that.
