Napoleon to Chandelier: Adieu!

You are Theo.
I am Napoleon.
She is Chandelier.
Pretty valley in secret country, grafts of blonde and black-green trees. See the red cross from the chopper, see the sleepy bosses and the breakfast cereal. The pretty forest dotted with mezcal pissings and lizards and puppies. There is a sleeping German shepherd near me, a whole circle of barbers, men are acting in a grotesque florescence, the Benji puppy is looking at me. The German shepherd is sleeping and I can see the red of its eyes.
Nearby, a blemish turns into a town and it makes its dough from tofu in the summer and autumn. I am talking in curlicues so just read me.
Nice glittering morning under a curtain of laughs and light, disguised from federal agencies.