You run, but you can’t feel the ground. You realize you’re on your back. You thrash your legs wildly. You’re making love, but your lover is a ghost, non-corporeal in form. You’re on your head and you use your legs are keeping up a large yellow ball. You must perform or you’ll be let go from the circus. You’re running, running away while you dodge yellow balls and ghosts and your father’s disappointment.
You wake up. It was all a dream, but still, you are covered in light scratches and you smell of pine.
You’re alone. That’s not a dream.
And now, the weather (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2uYs0gJD-LE/)
Mayor Pamela Winchel announced yesterday that the local Steak and Shake was becoming just a Shake today. The press had a field day with this, as hooded, mysterious figures made them participate in track and field events for daring to question Winchel on anything.
The secret police, who do not exist, remind everyone to please check all trick or treat candy for poison, razor blades, and those terrible orange candies that no one likes. All terrible candy is to be delivered to Steve Carlsburg’s house, because he is awful.
Welcome to Night Vale, October
You run, but you can’t feel the ground. You realize you’re on your back. You thrash your legs wildly. You’re making love, but your lover is a ghost, non-corporeal in form. You’re on your head and you use your legs are keeping up a large yellow ball. You must perform or you’ll be let go from the circus. You’re running, running away while you dodge yellow balls and ghosts and your father’s disappointment.
You wake up. It was all a dream, but still, you are covered in light scratches and you smell of pine.
You’re alone. That’s not a dream.
And now, the weather (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2uYs0gJD-LE/)
Mayor Pamela Winchel announced yesterday that the local Steak and Shake was becoming just a Shake today. The press had a field day with this, as hooded, mysterious figures made them participate in track and field events for daring to question Winchel on anything.
The secret police, who do not exist, remind everyone to please check all trick or treat candy for poison, razor blades, and those terrible orange candies that no one likes. All terrible candy is to be delivered to Steve Carlsburg’s house, because he is awful.
Goodnight, listeners, goodnight