M of Witches Town @signalstation@witches.town
so long, witches.town
please forward all scrolls, message crows, and visions to: a.weirder.earth/@signalstation
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.
soundtrack(s) : A Guide Through the Haunting World of “Folk Horror”
https://daily.bandcamp.com/2017/05/04/folk-horror-music-list/
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
[tarot reading] The medium deals out the cards. Each one, a business card. Afficher plus
Hello fellow fans of sport!
to whom it may concern: your selfies are awesome
oh, speaking of flow? i'm gonna pass along my favorite generative noise site: https://mynoise.net
it's one of the few digital things i had no hesitation throwing some money at, including the $10 iOS app because i use it ALL THE TIME.
Made merrye have I on many occasion, but of all these arrayed tales lurks an single instance wherein have I covered truth in deception's cloake as a hunter hoods his hawk, confounding you by a false night! Afficher plus
[study guide for joke appreciation: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Children%27s_Crusade]
10 Ways to Keep Your Millennial "Children's Crusaders" From Forsaking God When Their Quest to Reclaim the Holy Land Ends in Slavery or Shipwreck
its the year 2050. for 10 years your retinal implant has been blinking 12:00 because the company decided to stop supporting it