M of Witches Town @signalstation@witches.town
so long, witches.town
please forward all scrolls, message crows, and visions to: a.weirder.earth/@signalstation
A bandit in a black bandana squints intimidatingly at a lawman with a tin star, who looks suspiciously at a cowboy in a dusty poncho, who is glaring angrily at a dandy toting a pair of pistols, who is glancing foppishly at a farmhand with a shotgun, who is staring awkwardly at a big, boxy robot, who is backing away and booping in apology for disrupting this high noon standoff
THE ELDER: A holy trust is given unto you. For the good of all, you must keep this melody in chains.
RIGHTEOUS BROS: How hard could it be?
ME: Okay, I need to rename my MIDI-hardware project to avoid that potential branding conflict--
SUBCONSCIOUS: It Shall Be Called "The Theatre Of Marrow"
ME: What? No. What?
SUBCONSCIOUS: The Plastic Walls Between Which The Earthy Meat Of The Void Self-Generates, Oily With Nutrition
ME: ..........What does that even have to do with MIDI though
SUBCONSCIOUS: The Racecar Made Of The Holy Relics Of The Napkins That Caress The Face Of The Ancient Roman Hoplite Who Consumes The Void's Innards
Hey guys. Where do you live and why is it awesome to live there?
I have this (rational) fear that someday I'll be priced out of the California Bay Area and I don't know where the 2nd best place in the world is located. Are you there already?
one of my coworkers the one who hits on me all the time is constantly vaping its like watching one man try to terraform a planet with one dense root beer scented atmosphere blocking out the sun and choking all life
Thanks, potatoes, I guess I needed to hear that today.
Mixed by yours truly: 45 minutes of music to support your switchblade-fighting lifestyle. (Also approved for those with non-knife-adjacent lives.)
Available for download here:
http://www.signalstation.com/the-signal-ep134/
Includes: Electronic sounds, Jamaican & UK dub, spooky rock, a little girl singing about cats, jazz vocalists, hip hop/pop with steel drum sounds, humming, sorrow.
@sophia Oh yeah, I have albums from that label. As you might guess, there's some chaff-from-wheat separating required.
soundtrack(s) : A Guide Through the Haunting World of “Folk Horror”
https://daily.bandcamp.com/2017/05/04/folk-horror-music-list/
@typhlosion Couldn't come soon enough.
It's Friday, so you know what that means! Time to flense our bodies and have our skeletons thrown down into a well where we'll be made immortal in the stories told of our ghostly cries rattling off the bricks, tainting the water with our sorrow, collecting the coins tossed in and granting wishes as we like!
[Near an open grave. An elderly person's hand appears from within, at the grave's lip, shakily seeking purchase. An expensive loafer kicks its grip loose.]
Republican Congressperson: It's the market. I wish there was something we can do. It's a shame. I know you don't see tears on my face, but I'm crying. The invisible hand. Market forces.
[A gray-haired head starts to crest, and the loafer collides with it in a swift kick.]
RC: Wish there was more we could do. ... More people we could fit in here.
The doctor looks up my insurance and frowns, thoughtfully. "Oh, that's too bad. It says here that this entire universe is predicated on entropy and despair. It says here that legislators gathered in a whirling abyss and wrote a proclamation that nothing can be done. It's all right here in your account information."
"Huh," I say.
"And there's a note from your previous doctor that every atom in your body was born from stars and wants to leave you again... just wants you to dissipate. So..."
"Dang."
[And... SCENE.]
Another day spent lying motionless, between two mattresses, hoping to avoid the baleful eye of a Google document.
I can feel the pressure on the springs above me as it peers in through the window.
I make typical mattress noises, the impersonation flawless, to complete the disguise.
Every one of my teeth, a separate nation, and the borders are closed.
Always weird visiting my old childhood home nowadays. They dug up all the old mines, and the forests, and dug out all the houses and trees, and dug up all the mountains and streets, and kept digging out all the earth and stone, but they left the rivers and lakes, which still hover in the air, above the perfect flatness. Meaningless post
@steeliestllama Armies: Consistently All Bad
[tarot reading] The medium deals out the cards. Each one, a business card. Afficher plus
Hello fellow fans of sport!