Kids this year have wild costumes. One of ’em looked just like my landlord. His pals were sheriffs and they took all my stuff, dumped it on the sidewalk. Changed all the locks.
I gave ’em all full-size Snickers for the effort. Think the rest of the candy I’ll need as a makeshift blanket. Cold out.
I don’t check my kids candy. I don’t check anything they eat. Had a guy holding a butterfly net tell me one of ’em ate a whole zoo, including the enclosures and the ticket stands. All the animals, gone down the gullet.
Said he was hoping I’d let him past the door, maybe he could at least scoop back an emu or something from the kid— hence the net— and I said “buddy, that’s between you and the emu.”
oh no, dracula watched all the kung fu movies
he’s lived so long he could watch them all
and he’s kicking down the cobwebs
and he’s chopping at the coffin lid but
it won’t break
like in the movies
but keep trying dracula
you’ve got so much time left to make
your hands into weapons
Had a plumber in today who kept referring to the sink as the Well of Souls and put a ring of candles all along the counter alongside one of those really curvy knives… do they have a name? The curvy ones that wiggle like a… they look like a snake in motion?
Maybe I should have DIY-ed it ’cause they were meant to look at the heater, but so far all they’ve done is summoned three tar-black gremlins from the garbage disposal who are dancing around and cursing my bloodline, which… c’mon.
The Signal: EP190 – Exactly 45 minutes of hip-shakers and earthquakers. We’ve got circular breathing sax noises, drum & bass bangers, French hip-hop, Belarusian post-punk and other stuff I’ve been listening to recently.
Download by clicking on the link (or image) above. The file is available only for a limited time. If you’re interested in the tracklist, it’s in the mp3 itself, in the id3 tags. If you’d like to receive an email every time a new mix is posted, uh… ask me, I guess. I’m maintaining a mailing list by hand, like a yokel.
The Signal: Low Orbit Dub – Almost 45 minutes of dub techno sounds for use in low Earth orbit, or to accompany any projects requiring the establishment of a flow state. As ever, click on the link or image to download. The file is available for a limited time. Tracklist is in the id3 tags.
When life gives you lemons, focus on the lemons. Do not make eye contact with life. Do not try to comprehend how life is able to give you anything. Do not wonder if life has something approaching hands.
The human mind was not meant to come into direct contact with life. Focus on the lemons. Focus on the lemons. Do not look up. Do not look up.
The Signal: EP189 – Exactly 45 minutes of music suitable for skeletal jungle firestorms as well as whatever lifestyle you’re leading. We’ve got, uh… some stuff I don’t know the genre of. Also some beats, some R&B, pop and rai from Algeria, rock from Spain… look, I’ve made 189 of these. By now you should kinda get it.
Download by clicking on the link (or image) above. The file is available only for a limited time. If you’re interested in the tracklist, it’s in the mp3 itself, in the id3 tags. If you’d like to receive an email every time a new mix is posted, uh… ask me, I guess. I’m maintaining a mailing list by hand, like a yokel.
An attempt to recreate an ad campaign from a dream I had last night.
In the same way that “milk and honey” are spiritually pure because they don’t harm the animals that produce them, a vampire’s kiss makes them one of the most moral monsters. In this essay, dictated to me by glowing red eyes at the foot of my bed, I will explore—