#KZME

[i-will-cry-you-a-river]

Hi baby ❤️ here's something short to snack on while you are waiting ❤️ love you @mortysanchez

All those years - counting the ones where only they were not frozen in time as well -, all those adventures and manipulations and grooming, finally came to fruition.

He was the smartest man in the universe, in the whole multiverse, really, but even he didn't expect this to happen so quickly. His fucked up daughters really helped with this one, didn't they?

Well, their loss, his gain. None of them, nobody can have Morty anymore. The kid was his.

Having him there, in his bed where no one could disturb them, not without dying in the process, his calloused fingers softly touching the flushed skin, kissing him again and again-

It feels like something his alcohol-filled brain would come up with to torture him. But no. It was real. Not even in his dreams could he make Morty feel this realistic.

So warm, so pliant, so sweet. And all his to take.

The Beths managed to cut any ties that kept Morty from leaving, they pushed him too far away with their miscalculated decision that they pushed him right into Rick's arms.

And he would never let him go. Not ever. Morty was his.

He might have had a Beth before, his own daughter, but she died long ago. She wasn't the one who married to Jerry, and kept being in the toxic codependent relationship where they both fucked up their kids, nor the one who just left, wanting to follow his absent father's footsteps just to come back and fall into the same trap her other self did. No. They weren't his.

Morty. Only Morty was his, and Sum-Sum in her better days. But even she couldn't compare to his sweet, delicious little boy.

"I-it's okay, Mo-ourgh-ty. You did great. Y-y-you are such a good boy," he whispered against his grandson's lips, tasting the salty tears that just made him even sweeter.

"B-b-but what i-if-" Morty sobbed, weeping into Rick's lab coat where he buried his head.

It was a heady feeling to finally be the one who didn't make Morty cry, but the one he turned to for love. The misplaced trust would be always abused, but he would never turn him away. Not when having Morty completely at his mercy, alienated from his family and "friends" was what he wanted all along.

"Y-yes, baby boy, y-you are so good. Th-those bi-urp-tches know no-nothing about us! Th-they ju-ust want to tear us apart. But we- we are R-Rick and M-Morty for forever! Right, Mo-ourgh-ty? J-just you and me, forever."

Pushing his nose against Morty's head, smelling his caramel scented hair, his chest rumbled with hunger. The kind of hunger only Morty - tasting him, touching him, biting him, making him into his in every way, shape and form - could soothe.

"P-promise?" Morty asked, leaning away from Rick's neck so he could blink up with his Bambi eyes at the scientist.

"R-Rick and Morty, baby boy! Rick and Morty forever!" he whooped, tickling the young kid in his arms. He would make sure nothing could stop them. Not even death.

Not even Morty.

Not even himself.

"R-Rick," the boy whined, hiding his red cheeks in his grandfather's chest. "C-can y-y-you-" he stuttered.

"What, baby b-urp-oy?" he cooed.

"kzme," hissed Morty through his teeth, rushing it out so quickly Rick didn't understand a word of it.

He pushed his hand against Morty's head, pushing him a bit away so he could look at his enchanting grandson. "Mo-ourgh-ty?"

"K-kiss me?" The boy asked, his precious lips pouting, shoulders hunched over as if he was waiting for rejection.

As if Rick would ever do that now that Morty was his. His to keep, his to touch, his to kiss and his to use him however and whenever he wanted. And all Morty could do was to ask for more.

Rick didn't reply, not out loud at least. He leaned forward, kissing Morty like he'd never before, owning him completely.

His blood was boiling, his head was full of lust and desire and greed. Kisses weren't enough. He wanted to fully have Morty at his mercy, he wanted the boy to only be able to think about him.

Morty was his to savor, to devour him completely, be the only person who could ever hear those delicious sounds he made. To have his insatiable hormonal grandson at his mercy, to see how long it would take to exhaust him completely. He wanted to break him and rebuild him again and again and again.

And when - not that it would ever happen - he was done with him, Morty would never be able to look at someone else, because the only being who could ever satisfy him would be Rick.

His whole world would be Rick. Morty didn't need anybody else. Only Rick.

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[djklyph]

#Repost @thegeekswererightdjd ・・・ Been doing some Spring Cleaning > Found this #KZME t-shirt > Made my @djklyph > KZME was the first #radiostation I volunteered for > As an #onair announcer from 2013 to 2014 > Met so many amazing people there who are now #radioDJs at @xrayfm and @freeformpdx > Like #DJKlyph, host of #WTTN on #XRAYFM > On the dial at 107.1FM (what was once KZME) > #PDX #PDXRadio #SupportLocalRadio #LocalRadio #FreeformPortland #KFFP (at XRAY.FM)

[radioeastpdx-blog]

I figured Dar Williams' "Are You Out There?" would be a fitting goodbye to KZME. 

Tune in tonight for the final live broadcasts on KZME: Deborah at 5pm, and a farewell starting at 7pm.

Here's the album version of the above.1  I've transcribed the lyrics by hand; I guess I did it 'cause.

Perhaps I am a miscreation, no one knows the truth, there is no future here

And you're the DJ speaks to my insomnia, and laughs at all I had to fear, laughs at all I had to fear

You always play the madmen poets, vinyl vision, grungy bands, you never know who's still awake, you never know who understands

and are you out there, can you hear this? Jimmy Olson, Johnny Memphis, I was out here listening all the time.

And though the static walls surround me, you were out there and you found me, I was out here listening all the time...

Last night we drank in parking lots, and why do we drink, I guess we do it 'cause

And when I turned your station on, you sounded more familiar than the party was you were more familiar than the party

It's the first time I stayed up all night, it's getting light, I hear the birds I'm driving home on empty streets, I think I put my shirt on backwards

are you out there, can you hear this? Jimmy Olson, Johnny Memphis, I was out here listening all the time.

And though the static walls surround me, you were out there and you found me, I was out here listening all the time...

And what's the future, who will choose it, politics of love and music, underdogs with turntables, indie versus major labels, there's so much to see through, like our parents do more drugs than we do...

Corporate parents, corporate town I know every TV set that has 'em lit they preach that I should save the world, they pray that I won't do a better job of it, pray that I won't do a better job...

So tonight I turned your station on, just so I'd be understood, instead another voice said I was just too late and just no good...

Calling Olson, Calling Memphis, I am calling, can you hear this? I was out here listening all the time and I will write this down and then I will not be alone again yeah I was out here listening oh yeah I was here listening oh yeah I am out here listening all the time...

  1. Yeah, sorry the live video is from a competitor to terrestrial radio. Her story was too good to pass up.

[hellermusic]

Dismay King

[riotactmedia]

Raw Geronimo's awesome Sessions From The Box w/KZME is up now!

"The wild abandon with which this band approaches their music is revelatory and frankly, awesome. Ass kicking, jungle shaking, devil may care music that is intelligently thought out is a rare commodity these days, and this Los Angeles band has it in spades."

Listen now on Sessions From The Box! 

[thesarcasticdharmasociety]

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oh hay! we're on the radio in portland sometimes. thanks, KZME!

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hey! that's my love! on the radio! @sarcasticdharma #famous #heart #youremostlywhatithinkabout

[sleepingbros-blog]

Originally written for Lucky Spider, a band whose members' combined attention deficits doomed it from day one, "No Coin" then wound up on The Throats' final album, 2010's "The Return of the Mountain Lion", before receiving its destined treatment at the hands of The Pink Lights, who manage to pull away from the tractor beam of the mid-tempo rock that has haunted certain members for years. Turn it up and back up! Featured on KZME FM this morning.

[djklyph]

#Subscribe to the DJ Klyph channel on @youtube for in studio performances on #welcometotheneighborhood on @xrayfm and classics from @kzme Clips from the #KlyphNotes #Podcast Live footage from local Portland shows... #GoAheadAndTellAFriend #IRepTheNW #LouderThanWords #supportthesupporters #getthesenumbersup (at Portland, Oregon) https://www.instagram.com/p/B5bMVzEhXgU/?igshid=y8hz2ob5ae1n

[radioeastpdx-blog]

Anaïs Mitchell, "Young Man in America," live on WNRN public radio.

Here's the album version.

This will be one of the last songs KZME and Hello Cruel World host John B. Jones woke me up to on 107.1FM in Portland. JBJ said on last week's "Best of the KZME Years (#342!)" that it was his favorite from those years. I can see why.

Thank $creator I didn't end up one of these young men, at least not in whole if in part; I've known too many, and too many of them are gone, and too many of them are still here.

Thanks to all the KZME DJs. I hope you all find homes.

[hellermusic]

Thanks everyone who came out to these shows! 

Check out the great art at http://sukechibuuku.blogspot.com/p/band-posters.html

[inaniloquentsound]

Hey guys I just wanted to make a quick suggestion. If you're ever in the Portland area or if you live around here, make sure you tune into 107.1 (KZME). It's a really fantastic radio station that supports everything that is great about Portland. And they play the perfect mix of music; basically the same sort of music that I post. Anyways, just wanted to throw that out there. The link to their website is here. Their blog also has some really interesting information about art, music, and community events in Portland.

Thanks, now back to your regularly scheduled programming.

[badbloodreadingseries]

Zachary Schomburg talks about Bad Blood and the local poetry reading scene.

[djklyph]

#tbt Goofy smile in place - psyched to be chilling with @universaldjsect and @serge_severe in early @kzme days. Check the latest episode of the #KlyphNotes #Podcast where Serge and I talk about his early days as an emcee and his new project. Klyph Notes is available on all your favorite podcast platforms including @spotify @applepodcasts @iheartradio and @pandora or at www.klyphnotes.com and the @xrayfm podcasting network. https://www.instagram.com/p/B4ScBauBvME/?igshid=111o83yzxamc4

[djklyph]

September 20 2014. 5 years ago Welcome To The Neighborhood began broadcasting on @xrayfm. After 5 years of representing the under-represented on @kzme Portland hip-hop had a new place to call home. Still featuring new music, artist interviews, in studio rhyme sessions and ticket giveaways. Tune in this Saturday for a replay of episode #1. #PDXRadio #IRepTheNW #LouderThanWords (at XRAY.FM) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2jxExapT5t/?igshid=np0me13miuj9

[djklyph]

#tbt The WTTN set up at @kzme July 28th 2009 Episode #1 of Welcome to the Neighborhood #10YearsStrong https://www.instagram.com/p/B0E3jfThNi7/?igshid=wl9570tdl9eu