Name: custom playlist of our love part 1 by kninjaknitter
Duration: 26 min 48 s
Description: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43732677

I'm relistening (bc this is a fave of mine) and I forgot La Vie En Rose was on the playlist! I love when writers are prophetic!

Podfic of mia_ugly and soft_october's "your name like a boat"

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(PODFIC) your name ch 4 pt 1

Podfic of jazzxdaffy's "Avalanche"

find the fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41948451

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(PODFIC) Avalanche

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43732677

custom playlist of our love part 1

Custom Playlist part 5

MCM 6

Podfic of sillyteehee's "Time Enough at Last" ch 6

find sillyteehee here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42177171

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(PODFIC) Time Enough at Last ch 6

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48458296

Sweet Tooth by Smands (EmmaLunaAnne)

Directo al Corazón

Perdona

Ketaton Ati

I worked with boxes, maybe some origami
Folded more planes than dimensional kamikaze
What an off beat way to signal lyrical folly
In the awful - lest keys we could play to
Awesomeness breathes in the ladle
Toss all of your worries in our effervescent slurry 
and forget why you were ever sad in the first, dude. 
Come and quell your hunger quench your thirst, dude. 
Once upon a garden on this motherfucking Earth, dude!
Wishing on a superstardom since your very birth. Dude!
Wanna move mountains, better have strong arms.
Neil, Louis, Lance, Billie Joe patrolling in the stars.
Push behemoths underneath us with not a single remark
Can't recount banter about secrets in them cards.
I don't have a way to go, the Dao is omnipresent,
even more impressive still is the all incessant messages. 
Find a gig, get a raise. Patience thin? 
Razor blade. Sip a swig of liquid kick and have some kids
that will obey. You can do it any day. 

I got bones, skulls, sludge dripping out of the junk drawer.
Chrohn's, gall, trudge through the drippage of punk lore.
Crust punks slip on trains, brighten funnels in shrunk gore,
light at the end of tunnels roar like jungles and much more.
We're playing the same game, some people think it's a movie. Letting life fly by you like an airborne Suzuki.
Get grounded by the challenge of a town you grew up in
where doobies raze roofies as a means for comeuppance.
Double back, Roger that, copy - pasting the same moves
No space to
Breathe. Be or let be, apparate in town then skip by three. Two at a time that's a fine - I. D. E. 
A. Way to regurgitate the same exact shit on a pageless
Format. 
Serve a Saint and grab a plated grieve to encourage a wageless warpath.
Faceless like a doormat, famous like a dormant Mt. St. Helen machiavellian growing out the mustache.
Blowing up the fun facts. Rowing in the bubble bath,
here comes trouble throwing shuttles outta orbit brace for morbid impact. 
The exact nature yet unknown, stranger danger home and he alone. That's wick wack.
Mr. Culken must be joking bozos hanging from the throne.
Swinging from the ceiling 'xcept we're reeling em from lines on drones.
Cadavers strung like nut crackers hacking movement finer than a comb.
Hook, one-liner, sink like stones.
Hooked, wine, sinker liquor dome.
Counting crows with Mr. Jones
C-c-counting graves with Davy Jones.
D-d-danger, danger Davy Jones.
Popped flintlocks in skeletals, holy bones deposed what's owned. 
Nitrogen our lives are loaned, with phosphorous be free to roam.
Rearranging of our chemistry age-old meaning of all that we know. 
Like dentistry we cap when gold, like techno beats at raves we roll.
Up n downed and up n down left right left right L1 button holds.
Bustin up ya mutton chops, the cops can't show due to cheat codes. 
Fuck running streets let's pave a road,
or launch payloads from unshaved throats, 
or hunting meat and beats and sweets still uncomplete so blunts I smoke. 
Saving Grace is tracers bro, waiving basic chasers bro.
Fluoroantimonic acid placid down the gullet, gulp.
Durable in phonics, robotic optics glassy like lightbulbs.
Come back to me Ol' Lassy slow as molasses forging words to float on past us like a practice Damascus boat.
All that's left is to dig a moat.


Damascus

I had a really happy day, saw the blue super moon rising out my window and started singing… then I decided to record it… it is “once in a blue moon” by Patric Alger.

once in a blue moon

Audio stories of Our FlagMeans Death Fanfic: 
Aka: Disgusting smuts and LGBTQ+ and other NSFW things... and fishing equipment. in audio form. 
SPREADSHEET OF OFMD podfic here: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1dBUd6JdqCNF41FV18BAc564udYERfS6DtTz2vt5CNMA/htmlview

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