# both reality and dream popular convergence of the near future and the recent past in a vast blank virtuality of endland's liquid neon twilight lucidity where stories unfold only to collapse inward in a manner now seen as sublime holotv image arriving with one's stale cornflakes the unchecked fever of researchers who having barely lived through the unspeakable tedium of last week now madly imagines it before their eyes whole worlds of big science wow schlock n chum on top of this they envision washing machines at the local happy wash at around a desperately eternal 3am a whole university verse of post far out spacetime as way out here in a novel form of terminal reductionism burning toxic orange plastic doll hair cramped blank slowly charring lead tin taste untold years pass by before one notices but once it starts seeping in feral one feels unable to ignore the symptoms walls closing in a violet shift in the existential pressure wave one allows a single breath last week but the bony grey vice grip of the interior worlds of endland takes hold once again truer worlds of crushing silent interiors carpets slowly exuding toxic monomers cracked asbestos pipes in grandma's psychic cellar tea time bed time time for the next taste free slice of living undead dear automatic mother kitchen floor greasy in open corners the fireplace shelf dusty with inert skin cells holotv flicks itself back on again as one tries to cope doing precisely nothing flat on the bed stare at another unfamiliar ceiling up right up through into empty skies of deep south endland midsville dullsville inc no fun nowhere no way to ride away the days in another existentially desert dry june trying to forget that particular researcher's perfectly pretty face pixie cut and fine form a friend calls on the occasion of a uncertain rare specific joy first thing asked is what you doing researcher henry swanson states they're in the lab waiting for the results the friend says you need to get out more my son look we're unable to come out right now see ya later and then they're solid gone replace the phone back on its docking station feeling such short existential exchanges poignant and uncanny climb back up the stairs to your sleeping chamber in the chilled darkness of one's room / lab where summertime sadness is primed to switch on again yet when it does it surprises nobody ok maybe oneself closing the door on an ambivalent world the sudden sound of an unknown neighbor's lawnmower down the street flight of angry migratory researchers overhead or so you imagine as one takes what merely seems another deep breath head now imploding another tepid black hole sunday or to just sit at rough wooden desks close reading oldskool sci fi novels once enjoyed electric period miles davis footware on holomem sticks sent by old friends many thanks in which there's a need only to howl in intense image as thought doesn't help but only make things worse mainly by speeding scene up abstracting it further to consider modem scientific thought itself the abstraction a myth thus unites all in the common form of a legend in which the necessity of tele vision whether physical or a privileged metaphysical state of unbeing forces one to live on multiple simultaneous levels of unchallenged appearance inversion of raw life chi fire everyday internal martial arts practice in blank sunlit courtyards though dappled shining zen leaves one is still here though sitting on a tall green hill looking out over a small anonymous northern town waiting to live less than or beyond that suburban mystique against which each gesture protests while simultaneously submitting to it fully with pained gusto with quote big science mate we're unable to talk to you when your in such odd fractured mood says fellow researcher dr orloff we shall therefore instead boogie back on down to the old town compile topical tropical essays for our own private taut cybernetic edification say regarding the status quo of rap researcher henry swanson unsurprised yet not without respect: wow oldskool scenic practices // [[republic of bob contents | imaginary pastime republic of bob]]