Sometimes, I have strange thoughts. They bubble up like a fountain from the inside of the base of my skull. I could let them flow, and burble, and build until they come out of every orifice on my face. Alternatively, I could drain them onto some digital paper and spread them around. I choose option B. Thank you for helping me dilute this. Your sacrifice is appreciated.
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About the Podcast
In this podcast, I read speculative fiction aloud, and you listen, enraptured or possibly asleep.