Spanning time throughout the 1980s. Dipping tentatively backwards into the 1970s on occasion. Tipping a hat forward into the 1990s even less frequently.
At the Chosen Time, Johnny and Jellybones-zers are gathering under Red Skies to worship the slow-drip lizard. The Wildcat was all, "Hey, wait for the summer with that trash-talk! It's of monumental importance that you factor in our god Alala and the universal heartache experience: Are Friends Electric? from 7/30/2017.
The Whale said, "you're fooling yourself cuz I've seen all good people and you're not it." Frustrated, the War Child replied, "BELEXES! This is my Ballad of Big. Let's make some noise and let's do right." That is all. Show of Prague from 7/19/17, guest host: Kameron.
This is my Eau D' Bedroom Dancing, even when I don't feel like dancing at the Lavender Shakedown, because of all the angst in my pants. I've been told it's a sin, and that I am sinning, but those monsters should never be down in the park while I'm there. I got my lucky cloud, my "four letter word," and all that following me, so I no longer have to lead a secret life: Are Friends Electric from 7-16-17... Happy Pride, Rochester!
Super-cyber Sports-stars take Vitamin Q to ward off Influenza and that nasty black snow Mr. Skin turn-to-stone disease. Sports Fans, on the other hand, keep doing Screams about most anything you want, at this time, and a place: Show of Prague from 7/12/2017. Guest djs Kameron and Adam.
We used the field guide as reference for the grass canons, sunspots, and wood beez. You must believe that this melody AM is more than just a sun song - it's literally the tropics of love on top of mountains of glory: This Land is Your Land from 6/25/17.
#dream-baby-dream of diamonds, fur coat, and champagne, and just let them good times roll. You don't have to prove that you're wild in blue or any type of cavernous thing - just connect up to me, and it's all good: Kryptic Pop Thrills from 6/23/17 - Happy 79th birthday, Alan Vega! (of Suicide, musical group.)
Even though I don't dictate, I do kill spies, especially when they are everywhere that I'm not (Translator.) The Rusholme Ruffians and the freeway flyer were a part of the breakdown in the beautiful gardens: Kryptic Pop Thrills takeover of Radio Free Paul, 6/20/17.
Hey ya mom and dad, where's your head at? You weren't injected with a poison, were you? The song of the whale is a chameleon dream in blue and green: Kryptic Pop Thrills special edition mix tape for Father's Day: 6/18/17.
My good side was drowning in bloodsucking leeches, who, I'm pretty sure, were intent on murder. It's cool to have privilege as long as you don't bang and blame and quibble over the age of consent: Kryptic Pop Thrills from 6/16/17.
The doctorin' the house said, "Yo, you think you're a man? Weird science states you're only a homosapien. And if you're still angry, I'll come up with some sort of goodbye ploy because, always remember: Once you and I had a love." Kryptic Pop Thrills from 6/2/17.
