# dark star bubble dome spacecake persephone by kenneth newby plays in the lab background on cryocooled speakers in which the midnight highway has no beginning like the truth sayers of this abandoned black snake road that naked screaming roadside preacher one witnessed a hundred thousand miles ago slathered in florescent blue paint their body vibrating massively at 7hz exponents of the living undead of social dysfunction it's enough that such a semi state exists the empty essence of all lonely humans spinning in deep synthetic silence whirling stirofoam cups of hot flotsam caught in a cool neon blue pulsing sentient chi force aether field which few scientists understand like but which fascinates with the coldness of its spectral diamond brilliance researcher henry swanson: what one carries on down the grand road nowhere left to go but around around in circles wherever this is every movement one makes or could either wrong or right or whatever another temporary building constructed for the night creep up to the window in the soft muted lights of the vertical megacity gold 909 on the far wall in some distant apartment hangs a japanese paper scroll with a koan poem roughly translated it's called that jim morrison kid said via virginia pete // [[republic of bob contents | imaginary pastime republic of bob]]