The Real Thing [Blue with lil' hot-pink streaks.] ---------- Jammin on the vurtwaves of sound. The music is more than a simple conversation of medlys, the music is the sound. The energy of communication electrifies the room. The speakers are the energy source. Every molecule vibrates by the hand of thick waves. Each bar is an eternity as songs pass into hours.
You might wonder, why "The Real Thing"? Everyone claims to see a little hot-pink headed vurt girl inside when suddenly the cola jingle starts playing...the Real Thing! Great for family gatherings.
		Liquid Life [Yellow, with a touch of gold.] ---------- Inhaling water. No pain. Points of pleasure are pricking within these lungs. Diving deep into the sea of effervesing champagne. Each breath strokes this throat. Swimming. Pushing the supple liquid surrounding. Hands reach forward, diffused within the liquid. LIQUID.
Owww!!!! This one will really blow your cover. Beware kittlings. If you are not ready to stay...then may I suggest a pleasant blue. Save this one for your birthday!
		Einstein's Dreams [Deeper than indigo. Hint of orange.] ---------- Everything is numbers. Mathematics. Everything makes complete arithematical sense. This world is a model. A puzzle played all this life, but incomprehensible until this moment. Everything physical is predictable. OF COURSE! I start the car, each explosion calculated. Question nothing.
Grab your old calculus books! That shit'll be childs play. Bearly legal.
		Choice-O-Matic [Silver with a finite weave of hairline blue.] ---------- Absolutely decisive. Confidence rushes down the spine, playing upon the coccyx. Pushing forward. The forgotten feeling of fear rests peaceful in the recently vacated chair, dissipating further with each silent clck of time. ADRENALINE RUSH with the ebb and flow of the choices.
Presidential material. Some say that the most weathly vurt-x beings have this in their blood. Limited quantity. Unknown origin.