# bangbiter is here like it all takes place within a few seconds last of their tepid brained floppy haired moments alive out of nowhere their new favorite special researcher in what looks like a beige golfing outfit and sunglasses on their heads is now a single centimeter away from a semi mythical scenic creature of raw biopsychedelic zero point aether energy a 54 meter long great white female carcharodon megalodon omega shark known in scene as a bangbiter according to a local team of researchers of strange imaginary play state big science such a shark swims in the local post quantum biochaos reality flux often right up close to one's idiot head inspecting scientists without them ever noticing naturally dear little lover lover is too dim a bulb to realize they're in any danger they literally cannot see the danger of out of sight out of mind sure out of sight but not out of range cyber punk see how they live the dubious models of reality they base their entire flimsy existence upon they're unable to acknowledge such an amazing concept standing there beaming away at their own greatness brushing an invisible speck of dust or lint from nice clothes or adjusting their nice soft manageable brain how they look at the world of science not noticing anything odd about the situation that style of witless space ape with lobotomized good cheer some plastic fantastics love to cultivate watch as they happen to turn their endlessly happy heavy dumb head around for the first and last time and finally they see the massive ancient eye a universe sized mirror only telling a single truth the absolute white wall only then only then do they see they're about to be what fellow researcher burroughs terms the naked lunch for any moment out of time now randomly with no warning they feel a rising tone in the air a quickening of the indifferent blood oh the reality of this moment a rising supermassive biopsychedelic potentiality only now manifesting when a great white omega shark bites its called a bangbite no warning just one raw instant bang/ the entire right oblique side of one's idiot skull is now missing bang/ uh oh no bottom half at all bang/ the whole of one's ultra mediocre small scientific potatoes existence has just disappeared into an all encompassing void mouth with a single laser clean slice the raw ragged dimensional saw edge of a giant razor toothed reality blade no warning no more excuses no more hanging tuff talking out one's arts to horrendously pretty fellow students no more lukewarm sitting around looking slick for the other idiot space apes no more lite tight white little lies or pop through adverts on channel zero to consider eye / void / mouth as the same nonthing also one's odds of being simultaneously struck by neoetic lightning while eaten by a giant invisible aetheric omega shark are right now roughly one to one almost as if to remind one that for modem designer duckheads and microplastic dolts events can always get unexpectedly freaky arts real darn quick // [[republic of bob contents | imaginary pastime republic of bob]]