You are listening to episode one of archive E1. Left of the dial. Buckle up.

Yeah, dude. Is this gonna work? Good life, it'll work.

Hell? Yeah, man. Listen to that baby, her.

No people say about cars. Anyway, love it.

All right, all right. Check list.

Don't you have this memorized necklace? Like you came up with it.

And yet I'm still cautious. Who would have guessed?

All right, we're in a four-door car that was made in Detroit between the years of 1971 and 75.

Oh shit, you'll be respond. Uh, yes, yeah, uh, 1972, Plymouth Roadrunner.

No idea what that's cool, man, because I don't know shit about cars.

Fuel tank contains a mixture that is 12-part Scassalene and one part blood.

In the back seat, there is a vintage,

Skelly oil highway map with all the town names crossed out in black, marker.

Yeah, dude. Shout out to eBay.

The glove compartment is filled with discarded wrappers from no less than four fast food

establishments and the car radio has been anointed with the viscera of roadkill.

Yeah, and yeah, we also have snacks and water and shit in the back, but that's not ritual related.

You want me to list the fast food places?

That should be unnecessary.

And the recorder is working fine.

You exist, so yes, it appears to be working.

No, like I know that, but you know, the work wants to be cross-over because life...

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