Lost in the psychedelic sounds of the Doors

Due to the psychedelic sounds of the Doors, I forgot that I had just recently been fed three tasty bits of pillow-formed food by Tony, thus proving the short memory span of goldfish but only when listening to 60s music. I find myself skimming the top in spirals, sending out unrequited bubbles with no promise of food on the horizon. Maybe this is a flashback.