The Machine Scape

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Happy Spooky Monty🎃👻😱

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Pooh awakens from his trip to find his very essence has been transformed into honey oil

"Oh bother, piglet put the enail down would you?"

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Oh wow chistmas music just a week away

Written by Hellborne Skyflower

Mood: Pissed off 🤬

Within one month we will no doubt be hearing the sterile inoffensive christmas songs of nostalgia and great repitition. I can so easily see myself tuning my radio nobs in the solitude that is the black gaping maw of my room, and hearing aural delights of "I don't want a lot for christmas, overcomercialization crushes the dream, the only thing that I should want is to avoid an increasingly fascist regime." Yeah seems like your world is getting pretty fucking violent, and I come from a world where a corperate CEO literally signed a faustian deal and feeds people to some unholy machine, but deploying the military on the people of the nation and becoming so much more of a rhetorical Adolf Hitler seems worse, yeah I got that transmission on my feel, that whole "The enemy from within" feels straight out of Mwin Kampf.

Keep your steps high, your step light and fight the good fight

Apathetically yours,

Hellborne Skyflower

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A country in shreads

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Acid photography it's a whole new feel

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Tek-x Reviews; Mid-nightscape Radio

Few things grab you by your scrot enough to jolt you upright and have you shout that age-long question

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?”

However the inane gargling of a man who sounds like he eats nothing but metal shavings and lit cigarettes after having his vocal cords sand blasted, breaking through the privacy of your set top and being mercelessly raped aurally surely will rouse this response. Who was he who crept through my late night drive home from Sacramento? He who so unkindly and unwelcome (not even offering to lube up) left his unwelcome sound seed upon my pillow. DJ Thraxx is he. Broadcasting from somewhere near the city boarders of Rock-ville, the host of the ever sleep inducing Nightscape Radio. No interview could be atained from Mr. Thraxx, though based on how he speaks it is not impossible to imagine why that is. Deepthroating yourself with a sandpaper dildo must get awfully hard to do after a while, so I am sure that he is taking his much needed R&R. Nightscape Radio Provides a shit show of fly-by-night proportions. Sedative hip-hop, S. Gurley mixes and several tracks ripped straight from Toonami’s early years. Thraxx refers to his mixes as “2000s ‘ip ‘op and 90spunk.” Please note that due to the deep accent of our DJ Scatraxx the journalist was unable to make out whatever the fuck the host was trying to say, Funk? Spunk? Punk? Better find some coffee before I lose my spunkin’ mind! Better warm up those dial rolling muscles because this freq keeps his channel changing constantly. If someone does find him in a dark lonely IRC chat room for shitstains, this journalist asks you give him some of his own medicine, blast his ears like he blasts ours.

Overall was it shit? Yes, nothing unique though good if you are suffering from insomnia, because the only thing this fly-by-night dime-a-dozen poser is good for is putting you to sleep. If you do listen to him, don’t go in expecting Dr.Skott levels of originality, not even Void 32 white-air session material. \

Final Rating: 3/10

My Advice: find a vocal coach and some cough drops

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oh hey Teleanne not feel so good