You’re listening to WXXT. You are not sure how long you have been listening. The static is speaking to you. Thick brown spittle drips down your faded yellow undershirt in sticky gobs. Wet clusters of fungus are forming in the corners. Yellow pus is dribbling through the ancient cracks ceiling.
Here you’ll find our broadcasts, our messages, our leech hives, and more (along with nifty news about the work of Matthew M. Bartlett). Welcome to Leeds, MA. The woods are watching you.
Copyright 2016 Annelid Industries International. (And Matthew M. Bartlett.)
Header art by Jesse Turner.
Mr. Bartlett sent me this way, really like what I see!
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We’re glad, B. Tuckerman. We’re glad. Little B. Tuckerman is glad too. Little B. Tuckerman is a puppet. We put on marionette shows with Little B. Tuckerman. Little B. Tuckerman does not enjoy the marionette shows. Little B. Tuckerman blinded himself a few weeks ago. Little B. Tuckerman ate his eyeballs.
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