Futur-E is back and better than ever as he casually strolls into the Tulipa gardens holding a glowing, pulsing chest emanating with colorful energy. When he puts it on top of the tiny hill in the center of the flowerbeds it explodes and five magnetic orbs of varying hues shoot into the sky, swirling around each other rapidly until together they form one hypnotic entity. As a collective they are named Chromosome, but as individuals they are known as the title track, Areopagus, Iris, and two revisions from Warren Fellow and Andy Woldman. This experience is another usual happening in the gardens and lead explorer Summer approves this release with utmost confidence.

Billow under antidepressant nightmares. Shade too green; love is vapid. Former head of the substitute department. A xeroxed novella for empty bookcase conundrums. The black hole machine awoke me from my intergalactic slumber. Force is chaste. Drill for hours and still see moonlight down there. The case of the blues was thrown to the wind as soon as a love letter landed on her windowsill. Thanks train tracks. Morbidly owed peace. Hum, mush, and a fictional crust. A silver lantern gleamed mysteriously in the alleyway right before two soldiers stepped foot inside the cavernous banquet hall. Quantify your alien status. Needlepoint suction suspense.

2017 Tulipa Recordings
http://www.tuliparecordings.com
Artwork by Justin Chodzko
Words by Summer (Brendon Collins)