Robert Babicz hurls an X-Former into the center of the Tulipa gardens which results in the shattering of reality into five thousand shards of a strange, crystalline substance. The pieces scatter across the fields and swirl toward a musical vortex situated in the sky. Symphonic notes of silver drip down from above creating a river overflowing with hypnotic splendor. Hobo and Oniris float in with two crafty remixes as accompaniment to the original flowerbomb. The X-Former experience concludes with a congratulatory illusion prepared effortlessly in the darkness.

Cowardice lurks in the mist. Blame her all the way to the cemetery. Flat for sliding. Particular vesper. An overwhelming dream-chasm. Spain quake. The wan dressing. Silliness framed as a dissertation. We trampled over pellets until the hail beat us down. Flickering ribbon. Mesh the spice with normalcy. The captain of undergarments. Furtive bangle. Cross out hidden departures. Gang of one. Demand description. Noon rotates like a clock. Categorical coming-of-age moments in middle school. Bakery fluke. The oiled syllable.

2016 Tulipa Recordings
http://www.tuliparecordings.com
Artwork by Justin Chodzko
Words by Summer (Brendon Collins)