Monday, May 14, 2012
Landgills
blob pocket garage mop
noodle bar hamper drag
fan dangle pop water clam bingo
you knew what i meant
tickets are cheap basket
& you're not crying?
and it was someone we know.
he shook
the little man's hand
we ate
the special dessert &
it turned out
of nowhere
the small packets
of the cheese rock
ab.
noodle bar hamper drag
fan dangle pop water clam bingo
you knew what i meant
tickets are cheap basket
& you're not crying?
and it was someone we know.
he shook
the little man's hand
we ate
the special dessert &
it turned out
of nowhere
the small packets
of the cheese rock
ab.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
The Ninth!! Spotlight Album
Hey all, tonight we'll be featuring a fantastic piece of something.
What happens when they collide?!
Be sure to check out the other two parts of the trilogy:
the Maggot, &
the Bootlicker.
Love,
Radi(odeo)
What happens when they collide?!
Be sure to check out the other two parts of the trilogy:
the Maggot, &
the Bootlicker.
Love,
Radi(odeo)
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Monday, April 30, 2012
Pretty Good, I Guess, For a Girl.
Just kidding! We here at Radiodeo love everyone equally: boys and girls, animals and plants, rocks and twigs, mushrooms and bacteria, etc. (viruses fuck off)
We've got a hard-working staff (over 104 last count) 51% of which are woman.
Anywho, holy cow, is Hounds of Love (1985) ever a good album.
Good one, Kate Bush.
Weimareiners are also badass--and William Wegmans.
We've got a hard-working staff (over 104 last count) 51% of which are woman.
Anywho, holy cow, is Hounds of Love (1985) ever a good album.
Good one, Kate Bush.
Weimareiners are also badass--and William Wegmans.
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Scalding Hambugle
I am waiting for a new record needle to arrive by mail.
It was on back-order.
The days have been stretching themselves long--
my ears have grown soggy from yearning,
they hang off the sides of my head like fresh mozzarella.
"cafeteria"
They found him in the woods,
covered in welts,
his feet bruised
and sorely infected,
his shirt tattered
and his slacks well-soiled,
bleeding from his nipples, and
moaning softly.
he did not recognize the lord.
we could no longer count on him,
his elbows bent the wrong way.
he could no longer do the worm
and his breath was very bad.
He was O-kay.
"kindern"
It was on back-order.
The days have been stretching themselves long--
my ears have grown soggy from yearning,
they hang off the sides of my head like fresh mozzarella.
"cafeteria"
They found him in the woods,
covered in welts,
his feet bruised
and sorely infected,
his shirt tattered
and his slacks well-soiled,
bleeding from his nipples, and
moaning softly.
he did not recognize the lord.
we could no longer count on him,
his elbows bent the wrong way.
he could no longer do the worm
and his breath was very bad.
He was O-kay.
"kindern"
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