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During my childhood, my world revolved around music, and my first CD was no ordinary one. It was the Space Jam soundtrack, a collection of songs that ignited a fire within me. Day and night, I would immerse myself in its magical melodies, relentlessly playing it on my Hello Kitty CD player. Little did I know that those moments would shape my taste in such profound ways.

I owe a debt of gratitude to that soundtrack, for it became a creative sanctuary that unlocked hidden depths within me. It ignited my imagination and took me on breathtaking journeys beyond the confines of my reality. With each note, rhythm, and lyric, my soul absorbed the essence of the music, fusing it with my very being.

To describe my taste, I must delve into the realms of the extraordinary. Absurdity, bizarre wonders, and a touch of the disturbed - these are the canvases upon which my artistic appetite thrives. I crave the unconventional and the unconventional craves me. My eclectic soul seeks out those rare gems that challenge the norms and break free from the chains of conformity.

My taste is a contradiction, yet harmonious in its juxtaposition. It is as bright as a supernova bursting with energy, yet as surreal as dreams that dance on the edge of reality. In the realms of my sensory experiences, I yearn to witness and hear the unimaginable, as if the vibrant onomatopoeias of comic books have sprung to life before my very eyes and ears.

For me, it's not enough to merely dip a toe into the waters of creativity. I crave the immersive blend of reality and escapism, as intertwined as oil and water dancing within the mesmerizing colours of a lava lamp. Within this paradox lies a source of unparalleled peace and authenticity in a world that doesn't always understand or appreciate the beauty hidden within neurodivergent (ADHD) individuals like myself – a world that often fails to perceive the unique perspective from a human in a black woman's body.