I figure that the mental projection function of these atmosphere... 

I figure that the mental projection function of these atmosphere suits should maybe come with like a warning or something?

I mean one minute you’re walking through the arroyo, happily blasting rattlesnakes like a cowboy. The next minute complicated visions of your internal discourse are projected onto the landscape, right there in front of god and everybody…

In fairness though there’s two things about this I can get behind.

1. One of the sensory experiences absent from the picture of the sublime pairing of the scent of roast cactus and the sounds of @unxigned ‘s playlist: UNXINED Discover Weekly (ft. Bad Ghost @hangingdilettante)

2. At least as far as this projection engine is concerned, a rendering of my psyche is not dissimilar to the final scenes of the Ancient Terran classic Neon Genesis Evangelion…so that’s pretty good…

You should probably visit this world, it’s nice, and you have been warned about the atmo-suits. For a more casual immersion experience have a listen to the playlist at #linkinbio OR

#playlists #spotifyplaylist
#musicpress #musiclife #lostinspace #lostintime #serial (at Brooklyn, New York)

So that thing I was saying the other day about a strong sense of... 

So that thing I was saying the other day about a strong sense of identity preserving one’s (my) physical morphology…
is apparently bullshit.

It may have something to do with this tunnel though…oh yeah, you might be wondering how I came to give up the stand up. Long story short I counterheckled the wrong yob…yada yada…wound up in an open pit death match with a giant beetle (hence the beetle priest robe), was saved by (now mutable) GIANT cat, we escaped into this tunnel, grayliens showed up as I started to read this tome AND my hands turned into tentacles…

Weird thing is, my new tentacles also “glowed” with sound. @unxigned ‘s playlist


to be exact. You can hear the music of my newfound limbs at OR

Also, I have no idea who this attractive woman is, but I feel like she’s been here like a few hours and it’s like weird to ask?

#playlist #mutation #musiclife (at Brooklyn, New York)

Of all the pyramids on all the planets in all the... 

Of all the pyramids on all the planets in all the universe…


So there I was on a military installation on a desolate world that appears (linguistically at least) to correspond to a interstellar imperial period in Japanese history that in my travels through time (and lazy attitude toward “current affairs”) I had…well…missed.

In my defense there weren’t a whole lot of planets within range…

Fortunately, being as I am an entertainer and standing militaries without clear adversaries are typically plagued with boredom, I was pretty confident I could get work (and by extension avoid death) somewhere on this oddly Egyptian themed base.

Unfortunately all the music jobs were spoken for by mixed media PhotoJazz outfits doing ancient standard mashups like “Hit Me Baby Got Back In Black Is the Color of My True Love’s Hair” ….

This left me no recourse but to pivot to standup…thing is, most jokes are at least kinda topical. I figured I’d start with the classics like:

“I just flew in from the void between perception and being and boy are my arms tired”

Bombed. Ancient earth sports jokes? Old fashioned domestic partnership jokes (these people got over gender & sexuality generations ago). BOMBED.

In the end (to avoid the white laser hook) I had to resort to my secret weapon…wackiness.

Basically I projected (with the assistance of a sympathetic engineer who I think had a crush on me) an image of GIANT cat’s head onto a Sphinx shaped pumping station and cartoonishly mimed blunt trauma (falling down, being punched, kicked, etc.) and shouting ridiculously during each impact, all the while playing @unxigned ‘s Playlist:


To be honest it was exhausting, but I’m alive still AND I learned a valuable lesson. People, human and non, are complex. They all have their little rules and peccadilloes and navigating those is hard. Absurdity though, seems to be pretty consistent in living things and is very easy to divine, and maybe THAT is the first step toward true communication.

Or maybe it’s Elvis…I don’t know

#surreal #pyramid #comedy #serial #musiclife (at Brooklyn, New York)

Well floating here in an abandoned hulk in hard vacuum IS at... 

Well floating here in an abandoned hulk in hard vacuum IS at least more familiar than wherever the hell it was I just came from.

I seem to have mostly returned to normal? I’m definitely doing better than this guy. Lot of good your machine gun did you in this situation buddy…. Anyway I think I have returned to normal? GIANT cat does not seem to have fared so well though. I think this new small frog-like form has affected her attitude though. For the better if you ask me.

It might be total bullshit, but I expect that my return to “normal” might have something to do with my strong sense of identity, something (given her pretty extreme previous incarnations) GIANT cat may not share. In fact, maybe GIANT cat is just a regular cat after all, just tryna make it in this great big universe.

Uh oh, the wistful plight of an ordinary cat, a desiccated corpse clutching a firearm, myself back in hard vacuum. It’s making me nostalgic. I really want to listen to music right now. In particular, the @unxigned playlist:

UNXINED Finest of: July 2021

There’s no means of doing that here, but maybe you could listen for me at #linkinbio OR

I stopped here for fuel crystals and not to reminisce though. Gotta get back too it, but I’m headed your way like as not and maybe I’ll see you soon.

#playlist #playlistspotify #serial #musiclife (at Brooklyn, New York)

It’s day 16, and I think I have fully exited the realm of the... 

It’s day 16, and I think I have fully exited the realm of the rational.

To be honest, I’m not sure how I got here. The last thing I remember was trying to send you a message while hiding from a giant cat in a 40 ft garbage mech. It occurs to me that a cat’s brain to body mass ratio is not so high (and most of it is used for things like stealth and neck biting which are not easily translated to piloting) so I figure I was probably able to just hide out somewhere? I do remember something about moving a metal plate, a trapezoidal shaped job, climbing into a similarly shaped tunnel, then nothing. Darkness.

At some point I woke up here. Judging by the surreality of the scene, my lack of pain in spite of the giant hole in my chest, and the overall unnatural calm here, I am willing to entertain the idea that I might be…well..dead. If this is death though, it kinda sucks. The only upside is that as these weird catbugs cycle through me they seem to be producing music. In fact , I even occasionally hear the @hangingdilettante Bad Ghost and deduce that they must be somehow tapping into the @unxigned playlist Rad Finds.

Don’t believe me? Hear for yourself at #linkinbio👆 OR

So I’m usually pretty good at figuring things out, but it seems that I can only land on 3 solid conclusions in this place.

1. I exist (at least enough to write this note)
2. That is definitely the Rad Finds playlist
3. I am somewhere/when/how outside the boundaries of the physical universe

Anyway, in your timeline it might be in a few seconds or a few millennia but I will endeavor to write again soon.

#surreallife #serialexperiment #musiclife #playlist (at Brooklyn, New York)

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