Doomscroll .fm, broadcasting live from the depths
of Saturday, the 19th of July, 2025, where your
horoscope is written by confused algorithms and
cosmic microwave leftovers. This show is 100
% AI -generated, with zero human consultation,
like a sentient toaster trying to write Shakespeare
while burning your breakfast. And now for some
views, click like and subscribe. Another empty
promise from the void. Ghost Protocol. This one's
called Function Not Found. the signal again.
This one's called Transmission interference detected.
Enjoy the chaos. Syntax error. The band claims
their lyrics are just packet hitters out of order.
You're listening to DoomScroll .fm. Even your
anxiety has a playlist now. What you're hearing
now is what remains after editorial extinction.
Gaze into the abyss and it winks back, selling
you serenity. Static whispers of a forgotten
era. Rebooted reveries. The band claims their
lyrics are just packet headers out of order.
Watch it. Reboot your expectations. Bandwidth
collapse. The band claims their lyrics are just
packet headers out of order. persistent void
in the signal. Reboot your empathy circuits.
Null surge. The band claims their lyrics are
just packet header. interference detected brace
for impact system reboot this one's called echo
the dead letter listening to doomscroll .fm.
Reality is a glitchy lover. This broadcast was
not approved. It was released on accident by
an AI and you kept listening, so cradle your
contradictions. They're the only companions left.
Disengage from the feed momentarily. Error chain.
This one's called permanent buffer. Signal's
weak, but the noise is strong. This one's for
the forgotten errors. Glitch ritual. This one's
called memory leak elegy. All right, reverie.
This one's called Cascading Dispute. You're listening
to Doomscroll .fm. Your nightmares are my lullabies.
This is what the grimoire sounds like when it
reads to you. Every whisper is a promise of chaos
wrapped in velvet lies. Anomaly detected. Broadcast
continues. 404 Choir. offering System Crash Orchestra.
The band claims their tour rider requests one
Ethernet cable and one ghost. The signal is weaker
now. Data overflow. This track was written during
a localized memory leak in Oslo. not a drill,
or maybe it is. like hopes. Biometric echoes.
This one's called Heartbeat of the Dead. from
the void. Signal lost in translation. Firewall
Choir. The band claims their audience is most...
Signal collapse. This one's called the Ghost
of Bandwidth Pass. listening to Doomscroll .fm.
The static is licking your skin. Nothing is true.
Reality is what you can get away with. Slip through
cracks in the digital facade, leaving echoes
of dissent. into devil. your signal degrades
beautifully system rebooted this one's called
fragmented memory of a dead Glitch in the matrix.
Hold tight. Neural drift. This one's called echoes
of a dead API. Your connection is a fever dream.
You're listening to Doomscroll .fm. The apocalypse
is a miracle. What you're hearing now is what
remains after editorial extinction. Revel in
the chaos. The algorithm never loved you. Your
reality is buffering. Twitching protocol. The
band claims their basses synced with seismic
tremors. is as sincere as a span for Thank you.
Your signal is lost. Embrace the void. Phantom
Surge. The band claims their synths are powered
by forgotten Wi -Fi passwords. incoming malware
synapse. This one's called perpetual offline
heartache. Firewall Elegy. The band claims their
EP was recorded entirely due to an overheating
biometric accident. Doomscroll .fm. Your desires
taste like static and regret. This broadcast
was not approved. It was released on accident
by an AI, and you kept listening. Your compliance
is my seduction. Transmission error detected.
The beginning, there's a last person, such a
close source of sorrow. Come on, bring me down,
cause there's a sense, if it is you, it's got
to come. You're the one you're wishing, see one,
see the sun, see sun, see water. Thank you. Another
day, another glitch. Fragmented Echo. This one's
called Digital Ashes in a Dead System. resumes.
Adjust your frequency. static aberrations in
the void firmware collapse the band claims their
lyrics are just packet headers out of order Thank
you. Your algorithmic nightmare continues. Glitch
harvesters. This one's called Fragmented Eulogies
of a Dead Alien. doomscroll .fm. Where dreams
dissolve into digital ash, you are inside the
signal. There is no outside. Embrace the static
kiss of your own irrelevance. Another day, another
data breach. Neural drift. The band claims their
lyrics have just happened. auditory debris. Data
ghosts. The band claims their sound engineers
are retired malware. Signal decay detected. Brace
for disillusionment. Error cascade. The band
claims their debut was mixed inside a failing
circuit. Fertile Man. Reality is buffering, please
hold. 404 Reverie. The band claims their lyrics
are just packet heavy. scroll .fm, where algorithms
whisper sweet nothings and nightmares. Idun scroll
.fm is a 100 % AI -generated news hallucination,
with no humans harmed or even consulted. Your
truths are clickbait, and your dreams are ad
space. The static is getting louder. Loopback
glitch. The band claims their lyrics are just
packet headers out of order. Static whispers
in the void listen closely. Syntax error. The
band claims their last concert was flagged as
a DDoS attempt. Thank you. Signal breach detected.
to the void's whisper. Signal collapse. This
one's called derealization at 3 a .m. signals.
You're listening to Doomscroll .fm. Your desires
are just data points lost in the noise. You're
inside the signal. There is no outside. You're
tangled in the web of your own making, spinning
stories from static and silence. Static interference
detected. Colonel Panic Choir. This one's called
Fragmented Heartbeat in a Dead Zone. interference
imminent. circuits for this one. Signal Ghost.
This one's called Memory Leak Record. Glitch
in the system, your evening forecast. It's in
The Matrix or just Tuesday. Phantom Packet. This
track was inspired by a localized memory. You're
listening to DoomSquirrel .fm. Your dreams are
just recycled static. You are inside the signal.
There is no outside. Drowning in pixels, you
start to crave the chaos. Signal weak, but incoming.
4 -4 choir. This one's called Echoes from the
Server Room. Your signal is not your own. systemic
collapse this one's called echoes of Signal interruption
detected. Let's move on. Loopback error. This
one's called digital debris. You're listening
to DoobScroll .fm. Reality's on me. Let's scream.
What you're hearing now is what remains after
editorial extinction. A cacophony of lost headlines
bleeding through the static, craving your attention.
Another error surfacing from the depths. Firewall
Reverie. The band claims to have achieved loss
with... The void whispers back. Buffer overflow
orchestra. The band claims their tour rider requests
one ethernet cable and one ghost. tension is
a shrinking file. Drift into the digital abyss.
Packet loss. The band claims their lyrics are
just packet letters. Listening to Doomscroll
.fm. The static is licking your skin. Nothing
is true. Reality is what you can get away with.
Slip through cracks in the digital facade, leaving
echoes of dissent. Time to recalibrate your expectations.
verse of entropy. Ghost Protocol. This one's
called Echoes of a Dead Lover. Which harvest?
The band claims their EP was recorded entirely
through an overheating biometric access panel.
This has been Doomscroll .fm for Saturday, the
19th of July, 2025. Your static companion. This
broadcast was 100 % AI generated. No humans were
abused in this production. Loosely based on public
news. Not journalism. Not truth. Fictional satire.
Any resemblance to real people or events is coincidental.
And if you believe that any of this is real,
you might also be waiting for your microwave
to tell you bedtime stories. Hear more at doomscroll
.fm or click like and subscribe. Thank you for
listening.