An xxjfg archive for posts featuring emperor machine.
One morning, as Stuart Lamour was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that despite only a minor insertion wound his right hand had begun to resemble not so much the one he went to sleep with, but the proboscis of the ant which had bitten him. Marsha Hunt – Oh, no! Not the Beast…
This Saturday the 20JFG shall be going up to London for some more adventures in Victoria Park, it is Field Day. We intend to sit down in a certain area identified after careful analyses of secret manuscripts and the casting of the runes over esoteric cabbalistic texts, which led to the retrieval of a corpse…
Praise to Lovefingers, the vast all-encompassing knowledgeable ones, who float through cyberspace like a giant orb of malevolently humming eyes, searching for the best disco and cosmic decadence ever committed to humble vinyl. Then, sometimes they edit them to achieve maximum enlightenment: Nitedog – Mars (Nitedog’s Lunar launch) It’s Nitedog, not Lovefingers! Yeah I know,…