Automagik

There once was a crazy little caterpillar with five million hyperactive legs. Its name was Javelin Dance. This crazy caterpillar scurried about the world, flashing its seizure inducing colors. Soon all the people in the world (or at least a select number of people near Cincinnati) were left drooling vomit in the fetal position. Now the caterpillar needed a change. It needed to fix the damage it had done. So it took a three month nap. Amongst this nap, Javelin Dance dreamed up a new world. A world where parties were hardy but had a post party time with naps and desserts. Snow-cones and hot fudge enveloped the hills, and the sun was a burning marshmallow. An endless amount of warm and witty melody floated about the crazy caterpillars once clouded mind. Rays of the marshmallow sun shined through these clouds and illuminated a shimmering sea of pink jello geode. This bright rock was clear and concise. This bright rock had a flavorful taste. This bright rock rolled its way throughout the crazy caterpillars mind, smoothing over the cracks and bumps. What was once a crazy caterpillar awakened in the form of a beautiful butterfly. Automagik takes flight. If you can snap your fingers to the sunshiny sound of the beach boys, get down to the grizzly groove of the Gorillaz, or work your body to the upbeat party pop of Weezer, then you will have no problem singing along to Automagik.