imagine the rooms in different colors, one violet, one red, one the blackest night, yours for the taking. imagine it had been taken before, chewed in spit and glorious form that came out in secret notes, notes you like in your mouth, the kind with repeated grit and tortured form. imagine the common soul was locked outside and your once-in-a-moment den leapt up from the floorboards then crashed under its own weight, the windows must now be closed, the strings have taken on their own might. with boys from the likes of DISAPPEARS and Heavy Times. the sound of e+-ing.