A fragile imagination of color and sound, empathy, ecstatic chaos and explosive mysticism. Nothing can compare to the universe that is within mister Playkid's head. The snapping of a crickets leg against it's wing, the buzzing of a humming bird quick to fly away at the slightest movement of ones wrist. There are many ways to view a train wreck but far less to hear the excruciation of it's sound.
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