It’s like yellow is whispering to you about how music is really made up of crystal balls. Purple gets jealous that you’re so in love with blue and the sound of velcro that he cuts off his head and spiders crawl out of the neck instead of blood. Your friend drops a glass and it scares you so you call him a di#% and for the next hour and a half he’s running around thinking and screaming he’s a large sex toy that has ran out of batteries. Time stops working. Don’t ask me how, it just does. You’ll have a conversation with someone starting at 10:00PM, and 3 days later it’s 10:01PM. Music can sometimes taste like a color… hard to explain, it’s really impossible.
