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Steve Warren, WGLF Tallahassee "Gulf 104" | 1979

Steve Warren sent in what might be the only aircheck available of the old “Gulf 104” Top 40 format. Going back so far that listeners remember 8 track tapes and black and white television. Or, one might think. This is a fairly tightly scoped aircheck. Notice, no jingles, and what really sounds like a hybrid format, as Steve is playing album cuts on his morning show.   Steve Warren is the CEO of…

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[surviiveur]

‘ repeat after me: we are going to get through this. ’

ask meme: warm suggestions edition / accepting.@wglf​

      the air is ripe with the stench of ROT , of mud and decaying vegetation .  a harsh breath finds itself fleeing parted lips , before her teeth drag together sharply .   agonizing pain lashed itself across her back ,  a   laceration   made with a serrated , rusted   bone saw .  it’s so hard - she struggles to contain the sharp cries of pain that slip through her lips , nails clinging tight to the fabric of her jeans on her upper thigh .   A WOMAN’S SCREAM  echoes through the surrounding area , something vaguely inhuman ,   a shrill call into the void that   beckoned her .

       another scream , this one more   masculine ,  then nothing .  the air rippled with sheer  ENERGY ,   a sign that the creature beyond the fog had arrived , taking its prey with it - though hardly   earned .    (    HOPE   was the   currency    around these parts , and laurie’s funds dragged dangerously  low .  )   david’s arrival causes her to involuntarily flinch ,  not really expecting to see much of anything other than the glint of a blade grasped in a gaunt hand, or the flash of generators crackling with electricity when a wire tripped .   ❝   i’m sorry.   ❞   her voice is quiet , forced .   it’s an apology for the ruckus ,  for fingers slicked with   blood ,   and the beacon she created by simply  existing  .  

       they’re crouched fairly close together and even still , she can barely hear his voice over the sound of her own blood rushing in her ears , or her own heavy breathing .     relax , you’ll be   okay  .   it’s her own mind’s attempt to soothe her , words given to her because of his own .  laurie can only shake her head , once  ,   twice .  there’s no    GUARANTEE     she was getting out of here ,  just as there was no guarantee   he would   either .   it was funny , how that worked - sometimes there was a glimmer of   mercy   in darkened , hollow eyes , glimmers that rarely returned if one of them made it out alive .     you don’t know that .    it bites at the tip of her tongue , begging to be heard , and yet she only sniffles .   not with tears , even if they threatened to spill , but because she    knows .   she won’t—she   can’t    say it .  

[surviiveur]

this is a call out post at Quinn: they won't reblog things unless I force them to bc they're a coward

hey !  perish .

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dispatch from Big Lex

So rumor has it last night a team ran 31 off in front of James Thomas (of WGLF fame).  The arguments were ASPEC, BSPEC, CSPEC, DSPEC, ESPEC, FSPEC... XSPEC, YSPEC and ZSPEC along with two counterplans.  Thomas said it was on the border of genius and shit and (unfortunately for the negative) leaned more on the shit side.