Minnesota's Public Radio

hood covered lutherns wear their naratives under a furrow of clouds. their earmuffed headphones filled with lukewarm monotones from garrison kiellor. they discuss the northern progressive aesthetic and of what it means to 'feel minnesotan'. gathering together in an east wind they descend down along icy tundra's to form weavers guilds in the grass. they read faulkner and hawthorne paperbacks talking a little less nonsense than most. where strong coffee meets warn out floor mats a hand radio with a little static and a little oscillating magnetic current searches through the snow driven clouds for warmth and reason.