white_noise
grendel
ghost
voice
between
the
shifting
pitch
and
pixels
060703
...
TheJunketeer
the
silent
,
ever
-persistent
hum
that
slips
between
the
synapses firing blindly.
071116
...
raze
back
when
we
still
had
cable
and
my
tv
was
more
than
a
blank
-faced
box
collecting
dust
at
the
foot
of
my
bed
,
i
made
the
mistake
of
watching
this
movie
alone
in
the
dark
.
it
wasn't
the
best
supernatural
horror
film
i'd
ever
seen
,
but
it
did
the
job
well
enough
.
it
got
me
wondering
about
what
i
might
convince
myself
i
was
hearing
if
i
spent
enough
time
listening
to
tape
-recorded
static
.
when
i
was
almost
ready
to
drift
into
a
dream
,
what
was
left
of
those
murky
thoughts
took
the
t
-shirt
i
still
drape
over
my
old
acer
laptop
to
keep
its
glowing
shoulders
from
bathing
my
room
in
blue
light
and
turned
it
into
a
dead
teenage
girl
.
she
stared
at
me
with
eyes
as
vacant
as
they
were
wide.
her
long
brown
hair
split
into
two
thick vines
that
grew
in
the
wrong
direction
.
she
was
wearing
a
purple
shirt
.
i
can
still
see
her
face
.
i
don't
think
i
got
much
sleep
after
that
.
220812
...
ovenbird
There
is
no
longer
any
hope
of
sleeping
without
a
susserating
wave
of
white
noise
washing
over
my
mind
.
I
have
to
carry
it
with
me
everywhere
,
this
small
machine
holding
a
rumbling
voice
that
shushes
my
thoughts
,
stubborn
as
toddlers
fighting
to
stay
awake
long
past
their
bedtime
.
Sometimes
they
win
, resisting
the
assuasive articulation
of
static
.
On
those
nights
I
turn
the
volume
of
my
lectrofan
noise
machine
up
louder
and
louder
until
it
is
thunder
using
all
its
wild
authority
to
command
a
trip
into
dreams
.
When
even
that
doesn’t
work
,
I
lie
awake
in
the
dark
letting
the
storm
erode
my
sanity.
Underneath
I
can
still
hear
the
torturous
drip
of
my
imagination
condensing
anxiety
from
the
air
until
all
the
windows
I
have
into
this
world
are
translucent
with
fog
.
I
drift
in
the
humid
void
and
wait
for
whatever
waxen
light
decides
to
call
itself
morning
.
251116
...
ancasa.reyn
for
a
long
time
forensic files
was
my
white
noise
251117
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
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