Crimson-blue azaleas fall from above. A strawberry sunset may sound something like this: Goethe’s meadowy monologue circa 1779, soothsayer’s secret universe divine, sparrows spend the nite, bending-time, fluffy hair’d coworker, the palace overlooks the sea (ninth song on the moon). 

Melodious incantations include compositions by meka, Patrick Watson, Henryk Górecki and other soundscapes surrendering to Babaji’s petunia garden.

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Where embers are set aflame and feline daisies bare ones name. A magnetic echo-chamber; the luminous metaphor, drenched in a thundering troposphere, inhaling enigmatic reveries, an ancient language for pollinating hiccups. Or, cosmic incantations for those sleepless September nights at the river of celestial perseverance.

Stay until the very end for velvety tunes by Natasza Zylska, Hareton Salvanini, Brooklyn Express and many others. 

Welcome to your Friday morning swoon session, dear Venusian.

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A lush collection of tracks deep from within the archive i.e. lullabies dedicated to the mischievous midnight-er seeking auditory solace in-between mealz. Tunes by Lemongrass, Salami Rose, Cocteau Twins and many other serendipitous serenades melting at dawn. 

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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 gem revealing a prodigious wisdom from decades ago. 

Welcome to your Thursday morning mixtape <3

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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, bubble machine, spooky sunflower spell, and a shēngrì hat for my pet bunny.

Stay until the very end of our monologues for music by Sasha Vinogradova, Passiflorez, The Arctic Chamber Orchestra of Alaska and other songs for levitating accordingly into the milky way.

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...(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).

Featuring the music of Peter Kraus, Molinder Kaur Bhamra, Explosions In The Sky and a few other exquisite favorites from the archive. Into the eve of my heart shall you soar, my celestial firefly. 

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Eu un miroir?

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. 

Featuring tunes by Cosmic Echoes, Peel Dream Magazine and Bennie Maupin.

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