# femboy on tundra hill spring nfr 80 in which one has recently inwardly absorbed a one time only mega antiheroic dose of bsz big scientist rnd zaibatsu hypercorporation reality as process / all quiet on the western screen vision front blue bell knoll by cocteau twins now plays faintly in the ambient background afterglow in which one finds themselves on the warm side of tundra hill near the summit fading into the mechanism of light the hill overlooks the post industrial north of endland university town where one is currently avoiding studying for a lousy degree in quote sociomedia this is our first visit to the hill it's nfr 80 something in early october due to ongoing global capitalist anthropogenic climate disaster the island's current position is somewhere in the wide pacific ii grass around us is still a foot tall so soft and so wonderfully green it feels artificial most of the weeds are still small and hospitable enough to brush against without them biting university's patrolling security mechas are not out yet in force tropical wildflowers are still in bloom most sprout tiny mustard yellow blossoms on stalks two foot to five feet high into skies of endless cerulean few of the tiny rebecca purple introspection blooms are dotted around larger orange dabs of partly open mutated singing poppies with huge heads they complement and highlight the surrounding greenery making an eerie organic whine tall grasses and weeds completely cover these endless hills rolling out to the middle of anywhere initial underlying impressions: this alien trans arc mother planet earth is the most beautiful and magical place in this universe we left both home and our workaholic control freak arthole parents for university like a researcher making a jailbreak been in existential free fall for a while now however black bumblebees hover over flowers in furry orange jackets exactly the orange of the lining in our childhood parker coat which we used to imagine had magical flying properties a pair of small butterflies circle each other one alights on the ground next to our bare feet its tropical purple blue patterns standing out from the green background ambiance light midwesterly breeze stirs tips of grass blades into movement emphasizing the feeling that raw life surrounds and envelops us forever flowering with glorious organic animation upward into forever a shiny chrome ladybug climbs up a green grass blade by our head it's peaceful here an infinitely yielding other worldly deepness in fact this is another world entirely that is: this one now remembering oldskool parka techniques one: to perfom a batman wear the hood section of the parka on head and run around fast while the rest of the coat streams out behind like adam west's cape two: to perform a monster wear the parker inside out and run around shouting woooarrrrrr like a classic roadmarking orange furry fanged beast of ancient legend as fellow researchers scream with delight at the summit of tundra hill lush carpet gives way to a gritty dirt foundation firmly packed with cracks in the dried mud left over from last week's metallic ion rains along the unkempt boundaries of bare patches surrounding a social boundary survey marker left by local dada pagans are tall dandelion plants bearing soft yellow green oval masses a quarter inch wide which a few days ago supported tiny yellow pod like flower petals that blink at you overhead a land gull glides on past its lonely desert canyon cry reminding one of an endless forgetting data sea just out of sight few sounds of continually decaying inhuman civilization reach you here cars occasionally pass by hackling on last splutters of dirty fuel commandeered from some fellow oilhead burner a small robot laser listening drone drifts past in the background faraway back down in town odd skinny dogs bark one bark at time in makeshift garden farms tucked away in the misty black emerald lands below you see every bunch of grass a brilliant green spear outline enclosing a dark vector shaded core:: / delightful nonlinear series of tiny fractal tiny bushes an overgrown lawn cover for older researchers to roll their swollen peanuts on little further away dark purple flowers adorn the nearest rise supporting thin strands of minute spider webs between life wires between growing telephone poles shiny soft organic highlights flicker off the bright wet eyes of small birds on invisible air currents in soft ripples revealing each part of a wider webbing of bioreal living existence a slight breeze brings all into visibility thin reflections emitting intermittent spectral colors beyond public imagination hovering insects dive in and out of the wildflowers standing out from darker shades of rolling hills beyond the angular mechanisms of the old town once in a while enthusiastic jock athletes making their rounds to and from various local pubs stagger by but researchers like you visit the hill because they enjoy the surroundings not only that they're conscious of the joys of being alive on an impossibly distant beautiful and mysterious trans alien arc mother planet an obnoxiously happy couple sits down nearby and seem eager to spend time yapping about the design of this natural landscape by large pink invisible hands you kindly point out random gossamer rainbow threads of dew spotted spider webs against a terminal staring sun they react with delight once they allow themselves to see past dead culture memes to truer colors of ancient super nature in / as themselves steadily with infinite gentleness the alien star eases down beyond forever distant hills lighting surrounding and enveloping you becoming more pinky orange lengthening shadows make the town beneath you loom and arch with heavy gothic intent coal colored tomcat stretches out from sleep now feeling the sudden urge to hunt for unsuspecting rodents soon little more than gold flecked bethnal green outlines can be seen against deep orange marks of the fading sol 3 sphere retreating beyond hills from an open sky box of midnight mists are filling the serrated tree lined ridge below hill while a soft fan of shadows radiates busily illuminating the town below to its western line the downtown lights by the blue nile starts to play in the lab background soon after lush dark brown hills in dozens of indistinct bright steps become lighter as they creep forever closer to a skyline of pale slate blue and suddenly you think of their smooth lips again their apparently welcoming smile beyond the hills a smooth shiny ocean stretches out to define the ultimate distant horizon vision of humalien imagination there a soft white haze hangs above the water giving the forgetting ocean a silvery haze and effortless dreaming sheen faintest tufts of cloud form against the sky near this mental horizon wind torn shreds of flimsy dark cotton skies own the gleaming night the tree covered ridge to the east wears a fading strip of deep red along its jagged tops finally the sleepy giant yellow eye disappears behind a nearby hill the entire town now laid out before you awaiting the quiet comfort of evening there everything can finally breathe and expand as it wishes move about unseen lights of wandering security mechs begin to assert themselves along the mid peninsula put away the camera and rust red navajo dreaming blanket winding the way back down an old gravel path to a smart paper push bike nearly fell asleep up there and almost got star burnt lab log entry for today: this most special of days to recall forward to a time when there are meadows as far as the forever naked eye dark green grass to lie on sleep in valleys fresh air and free open skies wildflowers adorn naked living sentient trans alien arc mother earth an indescribable shape color and spiritual meaning aglow for all to see to lay on this quiet hill of dreams watching pink fluffy clouds spin and dance across an endless skybox to wonder what would happen if all of this credible perfect beauty were lost for all time shutting down the zx deck swanson gets up from the little grassy hillock to gaze down the incline remains of the old road still visible dual tracks in off white sandy soil leading through thorn bushes and lanky wildflowers stretching up each new day to catch a little sun between large evergreens at the bright edge of a freshly rendered road to anywhere perhaps point reyes // [[republic of bob contents | imaginary pastime republic of bob]]