Fucking numbers stations, you filthy slut! The first thing to get my mental dick hard throughout the whole 90s! My entire MySpace page, back when those were a thing, was a black and red Italian Futurist looking piece of shit filled with useless bullshit about numbers stations. The nostalgia is so thick I could punch it in the fucking face!

How very cold-warish!!! :O

Please allow me, for Glasnost and whatever embetterment of the world:

The nostalgia so thick I could take it do a date, pound it all night in a barbaric lust, and there would still be something left for those languid, slow and delightfully sore morning heaves of dreamy lust.

I had a chance to listen to one of those stations when I was maybe 9 or 10 years old. I was playing with a LW or SW radio (can't remember), trying to catch something, when this female voide popped out, reading numbers in a neutral voice. And then nothing. I did not realize what it was until much later, when I caught the first number of the Anomalist and an article about number stations. Very interesting.