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Whilst reminiscing on the true meaning of home, we'll conduct a much overdue tarot reading in honor of lady moon's butterfly garden...could you tell how I sang heliotrope petals into your potion? 

ingredients: full moon chalice, drizzling duality, sliced pears and honey mustard, the ace of pentacles on channel 9, deja vu my boo, Queequeg's amaranthine memoir is sixteen pages long (woof woof), if you ever need a bite. 

Stay until the tail end of our improvised incantations for tracks by CV Vision, Calypso Mama, Phosphorescent and a curious auditory visitation from a familiar filmic ge...

Known for its advantageous persona of a snake radiating in vast arctic skies, the Aurora Borealis is far superior to humans -and in ways which still to this day we find enormously mystifying. Some say that the ends of land and sea are bound by an immense abyss. And, if you listen ever so closely...ancient molecules have been documented to whisper back.  

Join us as we procure a quaint midnight session exploring a curious little book; Akasofu's Aurora Borealis: The Amazing Northern Lights. I packed the following: a cloud sandwich, a soft pillow, hot mushroom tea, b...

...(y)our wish has been granted; the Bristly Greenbrier grows alongside each dazzling ember, by chance creating shadow puppets who whimsy across a field of red diamonds.

ingredients: magnificent musical prisms, bougainvillea care-bare binoculars, add banana and cinnamon, bark berry pails, all aboard here-to-stay flames, gallop closer winged lal khargosh, whisper in unison "the Grand Chawhee to win." An additional twirl for the Salmonberry Blossom Pixie and her research partner, Tlingit Kadjuk. 

Effervescent tunes by Florist, Puma Blue and other breezy melodies from our ever expanding archive. 

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Clouds giving way to mainly starry skies, a low of 58° tonite. Wind gusts of up to 22 miles per hour. Amidst estuary-roaming trilliums (of magenta hues), the conjurer is especially shimmering. Descending past the genesis, slowly devoured by vapors. If by chance you require an umbrella while updating your hard drive, I was gonna say the same thing. 

Observations: Drenched (delicious)! A warm sky swarmed with moths seal their envelopes, beseeching a surrender. The can-elope tree when and where. See also: a fuzzy whirling realm for mugwort enthusiasts (the keeper of dreams has spoken).

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Ingredients: Nejsladší luční harfa, 1 quart of mercy nectar, cha cha beneath the tip-toe, to be honest i wished for a snowy lawn, lamp post piano pond, budu láskou (six tender pumpkin seeds), and yeah pixie dust (was always this pretty).

Welcome to Episode One of Season Thirteen, fellow Venusian...the mighty thread of Babaji's water-wingz go "drip drip". Tunes by Jana Koubková, Petr Novák and others.

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During an etching of Twój Dom, your best friend does a somersault. June bloom, a countdown to the eclipse. Your flame or mine, McFly? Hanging off a star in nineteen ninety heart, I look to you and I see…everything. Sacred ingredients: epithalamium, elevator spaghetti, eleven inch earthworms.

A mixtape for lunar twins celebrating the first day ov summer. Featuring nostalgic hymns by The Innocence Mission, Tim Buckley, Ricki Lee Jones and a plentiful supply of whirling ballads for backseat make-out sessions.

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Xenophanes and astrologers gather 'round, as we delve into the dawn of an interplanetary phenomenon. Your request for reports on celestial forecasting have been gently transcribed. Join us as we talk a little bit about love while fluttering around the greenhouse. Collapse and collide in a pile of cassette tapes, if you happen to get thirsty.  

We’ll also recite memories from a willow tree and explore Toulon & Goodfield's The Fabric of the Heavens: The Development of Astronomy and Dynamics. Soft destinations spawned from cinnamon tend to dream of underwater sock drawers with blue eyes. 

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On June 4th of the year 1639 planet Venus drifted across the Sun. This happening occurred seven times since that miraculous day. Crowned only by majestic passages, velvety vignettes invite vegetal affections. O! Let me pick nasturtiums from out your hair. The avalanche is sweet, a fluttering discourse for rainbow-tongued moths.

In other wor(l)ds...blushing blossoms require certain pataphysical beats. So, if you're in the mood for working in the greenhouse  -push play. Or, pardon me but this Thursday night mixtape is guaranteed to last a lifetime. Tango z nektarem? 

Musical escapades by Mina, Ma...

Yellow string around a ring; for the sphinx enjoys eating feathers at dawn. Whilst infiltrating numerology during a salty sunrise, Luna found herself mirroring Dorothy's ice lolly trick. Under a glass bell such incantations echo through her bones. So tease your television set with snow boots for byte-sized recalibration. 8:01pm, just seven minutes shy of the eclipse, why darling that's not very far from yesterday. 

Translation: Bedtime stories for sea dwellers with an insatiable appetite for pixie dust. Tunes by Blue Magic, Zacciah, Wilco, Trembling Blue Stars and many other songs insinuating transcendental boogies.

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Class is in session —and so we shall summon first the sweet tooth of the Baltimore Oriel. As a clumsy world vanishes we paint sunbeams onto our torsos. Make sure you’ve brought along your bag of tangerines. Add 12 oz of honeysuckle, Zuni Mountain lava, and a dash of enthusiasm. Storm-watch hiccups included. 

Translation: the feast is about to begin. We'll reveal our favorite recipe for making homemade grape jelly, reminisce on mythological tales of how the hummingbird got its color, and explore as to why turkey feathers are crucial charms for the afterlife. But, why is this...

Welcome to the first week of spring, fellow Venusian. Might a promising shadow reflect the fiery spores of our inner-most monologues? Fuchsia shaped syllables, Peruvian lilies, and a little Goethe calms those fertile floodplains. 

What about modern-day hieroglyphs, though? Which elements of our day-to-day evoke sacred etchings in stone, that perhaps project a glimpse into our past. Teaching us about who we were many moons ago...a reflection of our ancestors, or as the Egyptians referred to as "the god's words". We also include updates to our most recent botanical explorations in the greenhouse, and recommend a f...

The written word cradles the reader into an unknown universe. But what's it really like working in bookshops? Come explore a candid glimpse into the past as we reminisce on the preservation of the literary realm (circa 2012 and beyond). From speech impediments to retail blunders, celebrity sightings, and the definition of true kahm-uh-rahd-uh-ree in the workplace. 

Dust bunnies for miles! Nietzsche's troubled bowel movements interpreted as poetry? Stay until the very end of our monologue for the usual delectable mixtape, to help catapult you into the arrival of spring.

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Wet your beak in the stream -Tomoko Tsuyama approves of this specific type of photosynthesis. Hypnotized by the whirlwind or, unraveling an echo? Faces called flowers reminisce beneath a blue sun. Polychromatic weather = inexhaustible hieroglyphs. Don't forget your lucky scarf.

Translation: A mixtape for luminescent mornings or flapjacks at midnight! Twirling tunes by Miharu Koshi, Joe harvey-Whyte, Aquarian Dream, The Cosmic Tones Research Trio, and Claudja Barry.

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Valentine's Day is just around the corner, so we’ve come to conclude that preparations are at hand. Sew your lucky sparrow wings onto the shoulders of your huney. But don’t stop there…paint circles at the very bottom of your toes and, gather your musical artillery. Just in case that magic moment takes place. 

Join us here at the station for our first episode of Season 12, fellow Venusian. We'll briefly go helicopter hunting from above the apple tree orchard, and catch a glimpse of some low-lying clouds. 

Might you harvest your hiccup-flavoured violets by the r...

Class is in session. And, while you finish humming along to your jellyfish sandwich we shall explore J. Robinson's Ferns In Their Homes & Ours (circa 1878). We'll also conduct a heavy dose of research in the field of hypnotism. Ring the bell twee times if you're seriously sloppy about those honey covered sand-worms.

Translation: Welcome to our first episode of 2026! It's here we'll summon the rites of spring. If you're getting nervous, chew on a balloon while counting your paper-cuts. Glazed beneath the sun and emerged from their cocoons, cotyledon's embrace the potentiality of embryonic synthesis.

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Once upon a time it was the end of the year. This being the case you deserve a break from your usual boring holiday -won't you join us for our final episode of 2025? We'll reminisce amidst the spectacular vortex and snuggle beneath cardboard mistletoe.

Weather reports, updates to our greenhouse and recommendations for delivering acts of kindness are included. On the search for interplanetary strategies for igniting the flames of sanctuary? Shimmy thrice if you'd like some sticky rice with your carrot cake. Delicate hints of geranium and ylang ylang fill the night air. 

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The full moon has hatched, but don't be afraid...thee Oncidiums doth tumble steadily, smiling in a sense, drenching your pockets with their vanilla scented sludge. But words cannot express rhythmic visions for the orchid club hunters -clear skies tonight...although not for long. A massive cold front approaches so get out your umbrellas and join us wandering disciples of such a sacred endeavor. 

Into the swamp we shall go: deciduous specimens loosen the petals i.e. tunes by some of our most delectable additions to the archive, bellowing their lamentations straight unto your third-eye. 

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Wild is the wind; a conjurer who descends and devours the chrysalis. Slither past the midnight hour with a belly full of starfish, why don't you? December is just around the corner so its best to prepare your senses…beseeching a playlist that may summon a crisp and crunchy solstice. Surrender beneath the setting sun if you so choose. 

Translation: Welcome to episode #117 -which comes in a flavour that may require goggles. But if you're still thirsty, add seaweed. Tunes by The Slaps, D'Swooners, Plums, The Innocence Mission, Sea of Lettuce and others. Sneak peeks with blushing pap...

Reel-to-real tape recorder feeds predict the weather. What are the best methodologies for falling into a slumber beneath your windowsill? Try capturing storm clouds as humidity levels gain speed. 

In other wor(l)ds, join us for a post-rainy day collection of velveteen ballads by bands such as Triptides, Holy Wave, Levitation Room, Sundots, Lena Raine, and others. Don’t change that dial as it ain’t too good to be true -our usual Sunday night mixtape has arrived early, just for deux. 

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Welcome to your Sunday night mixtape, dear Venusian. Tonight the planets align just in time for your frolic into the passiflora's aura —where we conduct recitations from a handful of books from our archive while finishing up a late breakfast.

If you get dizzy, redial the illuminated syntax on the patio (egg, larvae, pupa). Serpentine jewels grant infinite wishes by chanting. Blackberries go "bleep bleep" in the bike lane. Windblown petals, hot acorn tea and primrose in the hawthorn trees.

Stay until the very end for hypnotic tunes by Anagrams, Fad Gadget, Luke Sanger, Chris Do...

A whirling realm for nostalgia fiends -the broom closet was painted with permanent-rose hues. Possibly containing: a jelly-like substance (down the isle of lotus seedlings). An adored azure moon stuffs her pockets with hiccups. Once atop the self-pollinating balloon machine, colour me in; the vessel is about to burst. Tender sails with fiery faiwy-tailz hold hands beneath a ceiling fan. Hee(a)ling back the layers, so bring your lucky hanky.

Episode #114 includes recitations from our latest field studies, updates down at the station, and the sorting through of a few quintessential television commercials. Tunes by Bartosz...

As the sun sets in the west, drift into a labyrinth of serenades led by the Chamrosh and his red-bellied companions. 

Featuring music by Dalida, Gede Yudis, Wand and other tunes designed for a lazy train ride at dusk. After you microwave your sweet potato fries, add twelve beetles and the necessary mineral supplements. Two-step in the snow, glue low-lying leaves onto your feet. If you get feathers in your mouth, gargle with bells and trumpets.

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Weather reports and waxing crescent premonitions: if you howl at the moon through the belly of a guitar, access may be granted to the philosophy section. 

Join us as we address our top go-to spooky films and indulge in breakfasting habits; add one ounce of butter and crocodile eyeballs. Do you get a little lightheaded when you chew on a balloon? Don't forget to blow your nose into a rose before you stratify your seeds. 

Holiday shipping updates & reminders are included~

Tunes by Hey Cowboy, Dennis Korn, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, The Phi-Psonics, Yu...

Do stones write poems? Just ask the twining roses who whisper Polish hauntology at the bend of the river. Making friends with the wind isn't so difficult, once you empathize with the linguistic roots from whence she casts her vapours. By the hand of the sphinx and the stars many dwellings, as the spiderweb spans the chasm with great appreciation.

Translation: The second week of October has begun, so build your pyramid on the moon and join us for recitations from Fernando Pessoa's 'A Little Larger than the Entire Universe' [translation by Richard Zenith]. Spitballs stick to...

A study guide for word-hunters!

Hold on tight to your mechanical pencils. But, don’t forget the stock up on dolabriform larvae beforehand. “I’ll eat the entire bag shortly here”, said the dodecandria feathering the wheels. Brumbee Brumby? Just in case you’re looking for multiple ways to say perspiration. Adverb: caterpillar dolcemente. 

In other words -join us for our last episode of Season 10 as we recite achingly lovely words with extraordinary definitions…from an ancient dictionary circa 1936. We’ll also drift down the channel of holy excerpts from the QPB Dictionary. 

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Welcome to your Tuesday night mixtape, just in case you require an extra boost of euphoria to get through the week ahead. 

Observations and recitations feature a glance into a curious book from 1928, exploring the research of F.F. Rockwell and his practical prognosis on preparing one’s dream rock garden. Sympathetic stones flavored purple (upon their perocity) encourage thirsty roots to charm their way toward the Galanthus. Fertile foliage, Chinodoxa in partial shade. Two excitable pomegranates also make an appearance. We’ll close our studies off with an excerpt from one of Karl Marx’s love letters...

Just our luck, an overnight thunderstorm brings about a plethora of dreamy tracks to help guide your hands towards the cookie jar. The starlight-induced speakeasy also serves cloud flavored pizza bites. A UFO sunflower seed blossoms proudly amidst atomic kittens with superpowers.

Melancholy tunes by The Red House Painters, Jade Warrior, Vincent Gallo, Wet Leg, Townes Van Zandt and many others. Welcome to your rainy day mixtape, darling Venusians, get cozy now.

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Tune in for spontaneous confessions and sugary spoilers, nostalgic two-steps, and a film recommendation that mirrors a little-known Polish track from the 1960’s. Crank up your motor, seed beds are humming, do the rain dance. Playing telephone in the honey field while singing in traffic allows for one’s worries to rest in the arms of a waltz —or, the bewitching collaboration between Laplante & Ravel. We cast another spell. 

Featuring the majestic musika ov Helena Vondráčková, George McCrae, Thee Sinseers, Nala Sinephro, Alice Phoebe Lou, Jesse Green, Francis Lai and other splendid poets reuniting beneath the very last...

Soaring splendors display violet pathways at dawn. Did you draw feathers on your calendar yet this week? Watch your wings turn into bubbles, soul into swirls. Windblown hymns tumble gently into the rapture, vibrations exalted for lunar growth and capture.

Joins us for a night-owl mixtape to help celebrate the recent eclipse, or -simply stream us while your bagel's snug as a bug in the oven. Let the cream cheese melt a little (before you take a bite). To help nourish your inner tiger, alphabetize your library.

Featuring tender serenades by Evgeny Grinko, Jesse Green...

Major chord epiphanies during a thunderstorm liberates the latches, which entails I might have to add a little powdered sugar to my curry. When unexpected visitations from a curious ladybug follows my lead, I let the record play a second time. Searching for gators, rinse and repeat. It's a soft deal, lean back into the sky -the garage sale accepts cash so suckle your seatbelt. "Zwoooosh!" That’s exactly the sound a horse makes. Other confessions -I got my hair kissed by a tree while sorting through a box of rhinestones.

Stay for the absurdist monologues, inhale sl...

The end of August has arrived, so join us for morning movie meanderings at an altitude of 8.97 degrees above the horizon. Is something burning? It's my equatorial telescope! Sleep in, it's your density. I mean -your destiny. Hexapods, prehistoric paper kites, windshields made of dust, delirious caterpillars, nostalgic ephemera i.e. a mixtape for migraines. Rootabaga rumba come and get your thunda.

Featuring some furiously wicked tracks by Umami, Digital Ram, Georgia Gibbs, A Car That Swims, Chyp-Notic, Maya Filipič, Oliver, Bjork, and quite a few other muses from the eternal dawn.

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When tomorrow becomes today, can you go where you've never been? Only with the assistance of a mysterious old stone whose history is etched into a tale hardly told. Join us as we read an excerpt from a collection of short stories edited by Andrew Lang circa 1894; The Yellow Fairy Book (an edition released in 1966). At the edge of the forest you'll find a late summer serenade and an old VHS tape with commercials from the early 2000's.

Bewildering tunes by Damdamgugu, Ross, Soombee, Lee Jun Hyung, Habibi and other astonishing concrète recipes.

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Welcome to your Sunday morning mixtape, fellow Venusian. In a land, there's a town -where the post office is open seven days a week beneath a dancing moonchild. Featuring celestial hymns and Italian ballads by MINA, Chriss, Khemistry, and Psychic TV.

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There's a new sun rising. Ring the bell, we can see the horizon (it appears pyramid shaped) beside the river where we harvested the diplacus.

Make a wish then make a list. The final distance has passed, viagem ao fundu de mim. Glory to the magnifying glass club. Sounds go through muscles, cells are activated, slip-n-slide reminiscing. Elevated archive for headphone fanatics. Is this…??

Translation —as the end of summer approaches, it's time to say farewell to regrets and activate the senses. Knock-knee'd nuances override the zephyr. Stay until the end of our monologues for tune...

Beneath a slumbering sun's sacred reprise, recitations from the book ov life take shape —where persimmons taste like stripes and that cheeky 405 offramp leads to the college of hypnotherapy. You’re not delusional, those bicycle wheels are pleasantly floppy -alas, I couldn’t recall where I parked the jalopy.

Welcome to Season 10!! Won’t you join us for our 100th episode? It’s hard to believe we’ve come this far. It’s true, we’ve been busy relocating the archive to our new recording studio, and appreciate your devotion to the program.

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Ingredients: The fantastical history of a mysterious water-meadow in Germany. Summoning of the Emperor Dragonfly. Visitations from 8 legged creatures share valuable insights. Watching from the windowsill, ready for the fever dream to come true. 

Featuring tracks by Mason Lindahl, Babe Rainbow, Joanna Brouk, Crosby Stills Nash & Young, Fontella Bass, Howard Jones, and The Cigarettes.

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That which you saw glimmering inhabits slow-cooked soliloquies for lucid dreamers. This happening allows for velvet bellied hummingbirds to burst from their habitat. Scully, it's me. Niektórzy lubią ostro? 

Stay until the very end of our monologue for tunes by Dominique Frontiere, Habibi, Virna Lindt, Mamalarky, Lill Babs, Alfred Newman, and other particularly haunted hymns from the archive.

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Ramblings amidst an endless stack of books makes for particularly lucid moments; imperfections woven by eternity. The use of precious stones for airships in Vienna circa 1709 mark the great procession.

Translation: we'll be reciting excerpts from Fernando Pessoa's work, dive into a bit of gemology, and conduct an experiment in German. Might these transitory fevers saturate your third eye...there's a possibility you'll be capable of blowing bubbles from out your Svadhisthana.

Soothing tracks trembling with dewdrops by Susumu Yokota, Hania Rani, Nils Frahm and other breezy soundscapes from the archive.

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Join us for an unscripted Sunday afternoon interlude, to help catapult you into the very last week of spring. We'll unabashedly confess to methodologies for surrendering to your higher vibration, while reminiscing on puppy dog tales and a few filmic splendors. Ingredients also include updates to the shop, such as our magnificent rose and ylang ylang fragrance that's about to crash-land on our website. If it all sounds too good to be true, you're probably just in need of some reassurance from Venus. So give yourself permission...knees abaft! The accidental marvelous awaits.

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Offerings for the food gods during their path of orbit. The antenna blinks/winks while chewing on a bag of finely sliced eggplant, with a heaping spoonful of gorgonzola cheese. On the search for recipes to warm your heart as it drifts into the end of spring? Look no further, we've got you covered. From a spicy squash curry, to a splendiferous gluten-free pizza pie, we have come to infiltrate the airwaves with a dash of mashed potatoes on our chin. 

Stay until the end of our discussion for a delectable current of tracks from our archive, s...