Okay, first I need to warn you, if youre hearing a sound playing in your head right now, right out of the blue, then I urge you to run right now. Its a specific sound, youll know it when you hear it, partially static, and partially the voice of an announcer, any current television announcer. If you see the image of a television program, broadcast into your head in a yellow tint, like rotten paper, then it is too late. This phenomenon is not akin to any mental disorder, and thats because its not a mental disorder. Theyre coming for us, the towers. Youve surely heard of the disappearances. Surely, youve heard the rumors, of towers disappearing. Of little, deep cyllindrical tracks stamped into the earth. About errant signals and those strange broadcasts, of gore and grue, of slaughter and speechmaking, They hate us now, the broadcast towers. TV and Radio, all of them, theyre walking, ambling, with those red eyes, those spindle-wings of steel, hopping and fluttering up and down, as they move to converge. Oh yes, theyre converging all right, just look at the sightings. Follow the deaths, connect the dots, theyre coming I dont know why they started hating us. It just happened one day. Maybe they were right about the effects of violence in the media, they just were talkin about the wrong crowd. Or maybe theyve seen what were watching, and they hate us for it. That could explain what I hear in the radio n see in the portable TV I bought to track em. And that could be why I see every TV and every radio cracked into a million plastic shards every town I pass through. Images of reality TV stars being fed into a meat-grider, talking heads melting into sludge, morning zoo deejays vomiting out their own intestines, the screams of pop stars. I hear and I see this shit every day, always new, and always more disgusting. Its like theyre mocking us, throwing our depravity back at us, as they amble across the blasted plains. You cant destroy em. Planes fall out of the sky, tanks burst into flames, and I dont even want to say what happens to the drones. I saw some gun nut aiming an RPG at a herd of em once. One of them just looked at it with its big, red eye. He ended up shooting the RPG into his own mouth instead. I dont know what we can do to stop them. Ive seen whole survival bunkers, sealed with lead and steel, where all the inhabitants chewed off their own skin to escape. I can see the air turn yellow as I write this, the same yellow that taints the air as they flap their steel wings. Hopefully you can run fast enough to live a little longer than I did. The medium is the message, and the message is that we have made a monstrosity of the media. youtube/watch?v=Y2co0z110Kc
Posted on: Thu, 16 Jan 2014 04:45:42 +0000