M of Ragged Feathers @signalstation@raggedfeathers.com

SomeBODY once told me they had a treasure for me
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
They said good ol' Fortunado, you like amontillado?
Got a cask in a basement at my homestead.

1) Not getting enough sleep

2) Overindulging in alcohol

3) Accidentally referring to your friends by the names of the ancestors they resemble.

4) Ignoring horoscopes because “All the stars move anyway, so who cares.”

5) Enjoying swing music.

6) The section of your wardrobe made from woven reeds and lizard pelts.

7) At every opportunity, you mention “This all used to be underwater” while gesturing at everything.

Available for the low, low price of "whatever you want to pay for it", it's a collection of creepy and quirky microfiction called WITCHES TOWN!

Featuring a stunning cover from @sajan and interior contributions from @RAPIDPUNCHES and @VOID ! Wow!

Featuring words I wrote all in order!

Weird locales! Bogs and caves! Monsters and ghosts! Jokes! A PDF/epub/mobi .zip file like the pros use!

If your heart can stand it:
https://gum.co/witchestown

Signs Your Exorcist May Not Be Legit

1. Their sole piece of equipment they call a "Ghostbustin' stick," which you suspect is a storm-blown tree limb from your neighbor's lawn.

2. They claim they learned how to exorcise "from the streets" and so you ask "Which streets?" but when you go to those named streets, they still look pretty haunted actually.

3. When asked their favorite thing about being an exorcist, they say "Working in a field that has no centralized licensing authority."

I am a phoenix, an unkillable weed, a scattered clutch of eggs, and the loss of witches.town and a.weirder.earth has only made me more powerful.

I use Mastodon as a place to write microfiction, mostly. Oddly horror-focused for someone who doesn't enjoy being scared.

I've written pseudonymous nonsense for Horrible Vacuum as George G.G. George (if you like witches/cannibals/humor) and everything else is at signalstation.com

I make music mixes, live in the SF Bay Area. Still alive.

"Hurry, drink the gasoline! It's the only thing that will drive it out of you!" they shouted, shoving the red can forward to my shaking hands.

haha i am uncomfortable [pin]

http://www.lolcodybond.com/shop

I've fallen asleep twice watching the same documentary about black holes, so if you see NASA let them know about this additional side effect of black holes, on top of all the gravity and light crushing and whatnot.

1984 in an elementary school library in San Jose, CA, a strong earthquake struck and the ground rose and fell in a giant wave-like motion.

I ducked under a library table, but as the earthquake continued, soon got bored and reached out from beneath the table's safety to grab a fallen book from the floor so I could try to get in some reading while I was under there.

We are both opening and closing the floor for questions. Just trying to get a breeze going.

Rich enough to run a train around my whole property along the property line in lieu of a fence. Rich enough to hire a professional hobo to ride that rail, chewing on genetically modified straw, blowing sad lonesome tunes through the harmonica equivalent of a Stradivarius. Rich enough to pay someone else to rig the bridge with dynamite so I can push the plunger and send the whole train to hell and I'm going to do it someday. Or pay someone to do it, which is like: Close enough.

sight gag:

person standing next to their vehicle which has a vehicle-sized egg shell on top of it, cracked, yolk and albumen slime-ing it all up, shaking their first angrily at Baba Yaga's hut walking away on its enormous eldritch chicken legs

Hey, trendsetters: Enough time has passed. Someone could KILL with a new song like "Dem Bones" that's about bones.

Everybody has 'em, everybody likes 'em. It's a musical GOLDMINE and it's yours for the taking.

Decided to listen to U2's The Unforgettable Fire this morning at work, which is an album my Scottish uncle gave me on cassette in the late 80s because, he said, it was better than the albums they were getting famous with: Joshua Tree, and Rattle & Hum.

And out of nowhere, the distinct sharp memory of laying in bed reading X-Men comics.

The two are entangled in 30 year-old memories. An interesting synaptic ambush.

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Candles. Whatever happened to them?

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what if horses could talk

wow this blew up give money to someone

Hit Enter, use arrow keys... You should have listened to the elders.

https://emmyemmy.itch.io/dont-like-being-out-here

Been working on a character recently, who I call "My Roommate Dracula." I think I'm really getting the voice down. Goes something like this:

"I don't sound ANYthing LIKE that! Vhy do you insist that you can DO an imPRESSion of me, you svine? Haff I no feelings to be hurt?"

But like, pretend I was wearing a cape. That's a big part of it.

Spent hours walking around the neighborhood trying to find out where an accordion player was drowning in an outdoor pool filled with expired pudding until a member of the crew told me that was just my theme music.

Playin' Hide & Seek with a True American.