# boffo the dead clown hyperborea by tangerine dream 1983 now plays in the lab background all hail yea for it is written in the pleasant and dark secret annuals of big science that in heart of of the zero degree alcohol desert of the irreal two terminally bored ex sociomedia students will soon discover in the near future the remains of what can only be described as a dead clown they shall place staring ping pong ball eyes on its crusty desiccated head a metallic weeping elvis badge on its faded torn clown outfit they shall worship it night and day a big scientist icon to rival a tall blonde biosynth oh boffo dear doffo your dried up cracked and desiccated body how potent in its deff mask finality how glorious in its hideous dead pan hilarity how you do nothing and yet are therefore mostly in line with the taoist notion of non doing in scene there's an ancient neo mayan myth of an undead clown that lives under the bed with a rusty three foot industrial cheesegrater such a clown is the face of joy and circus based innocence that died in the deep alcohol desert under the burning stars knowing one of the few secrets worth knowing in the bsz polyverse but did not tell anyone though it's rumored one other knows the hardcore republic adventurer and explorer colonel is ok k'tangi oh boffo how you haunt our scientific waking meta digital dreams and fill our waking nfr 80's with sweet dreadful anticipation rumor has it that if any researcher were foolish enough to soak its crumbly corpse in stale mung bean water for 13 hours overnight its horrible desiccated little twitching skinny clown body would come back to a terminally vile end of all centuries form of pre post post apocalyptic half life it doesn't really do anything doesn't attack or eat people it just turns up unexpectedly to freak them out // [[republic of bob contents | imaginary pastime republic of bob]]