A whirling realm for nostalgia fiends -the broom closet was painted with permanent-rose hues. Possibly containing: a jelly-like substance (down the isle of lotus seedlings). An adored azure moon stuffs her pockets with hiccups. Once atop the self-pollinating balloon machine, colour me in; the vessel is about to burst. Tender sails with fiery faiwy-tailz hold hands beneath a ceiling fan. Hee(a)ling back the layers, so bring your lucky hanky.
Episode #114 includes recitations from our latest field studies, updates down at the station, and the sorting through of a few quintessential television commercials. Tunes by Bartosz Kruczynski, The Willowz, Broadcast and a dozen other wandering whisperers. Welcome to your Sunday night mixtape, fellow Venusians.