# midnight rooftop data ninja performing hardcore pre post post apocalyptic electric guitar solos one foot up on the low overhanging smart concrete ledge of a megacorporate downtown hyper block building as the synthetic dpaint4 sun sets aggressively on more involved crazy arts and heavy geopolitical while hopefully soon ex cyberpunk literature spits that loose techno romantic jive about this kinda day the people next door have or feature nice pink skin it's smooth and evenly tanned they've recently arrived back from another fancy skiing holiday white even teeth confident salon ready hair their lives smooth confident poreless and seamless a nonlinear series of perfectly executed consumer lift jazz lite scenes of passionless logical rational niceness in which everything's been planned out in advance of their red carpeted arrival from birth to deff every burning plastic holotv dream they've been told to desire and in between they've taken unconscious vows to maintain and spiritually celebrate an intrinsically deeply conservative ecologically destructive and soul dehydrating society this allows them ready access to a violet nonthing called money a tacit agreement in which one has to automatically agree with the as said unconscious unexamined first principles of exchange of the degrees of submission to the system one's a willing component of in our room cube movements of the largely all but lost internal chinese martial art of tai chi segues smoothly into making us think the living burning sun is beating and pulsing within our muscular martial chest that if we don't get it out we'll spontaneously flower into a galactic scale engulfing supernova we also love way this track we're now playing on our cryo cooled lab speakers freaks out the polite plastics next door they must think they're living next to an intra dimensional traveling mind eating serial thriller fellow researcher k0de blue listening over lab intercom: wow which version is that researcher henry swanson: hey hi there k0de it's the seventeen hour cvb super extended hyperborean deff metal dub neuro hyperkult remix k0de: gee seventeen hours huh the first nine must've been tough to get through swanson: most of the band members who tried to play it passed out around the five and half hour mark and started ontologically convulsing k0de: how was whole thing ever recorded swanson: over a troubled two week period then elf assembled by a friendly auto dispensing coffee machine down on lab sub level d12 today we saw the people next door talking to their mate both sporting what looked like near future 70's sports catalog clothing pastel striped designer jumpers worn around their necks and sunglasses on their heads one twit had hair like who knows what one can't begin to describe how sickening synthetic and unbelievable it was liked someone would have to at least bit of real class a munt to even think about displaying something like that on one's brown let alone have the sheer gall to imagine one is pulling it off when all one's really doing is constantly pulling off in public hubris exaggerated overbearing elf pride and confidence often resulting in cosmic philosophical retribution oh to think it was all somehow real that is in the strict sense that such a stupid haircut imposes a particular concrete reality on one's immediate universe has measurable negative effects despite or rather precisely because it's absurd and unreal itself k0de: so did they yap about you behind your wide muscular martial back as they saw exit your house not a home and march down the road for packet of malted biscuits swanson sighs: it just isn't same if they don't know sometimes it's only the fire in our eyes which keeps us alive swanson: so k0de aren't like real net artists supposed to say witty and uncontrolled things which rip the shroud off their decaying society or what researcher kode: well that's what this neat free guide from bsz hypercorporation suggests swanson: what guide where's our guide k0de sighs: don't you ever check your inbox for free information leaflets constructed via a mythical / virtual near future hypercorporation allegedly based on campus update: this smooth blue evening without ventilation we started to download better quality holovideo rip of that old chestnut we all know and adore fist of the mothering north star boyeee then we thought about transferring all tubular webs space texts from our disposable plug in memstick into the virtual folder used for big science rnd related immaterials the idea being we can then make a global miles human ai search log for the entire folder which would probably take days to catalog using bioquantum computing and even then it would probably keep guru mediating into heavy 8bit color pixel zombie clash also this itchy rash on our muscular chest and our back is worse we must stop consuming pus milk based products entirely today however was a total waste the weather depression outside is making our head and neck ache so badly we can't concentrate for jack on whatever fiddly bit of nothing much at all we're currently wasting life / time on 03:08sbt so tired we could drop to the dirty floor curling up into a fetal ball on this romero red apocalyptic holotv studio like carpet and dream the dreamless caminiti sleep of someone who doesn't want to or can't deal with the cold reality light of morning but only drift forever temporarily suspended a pleasant breezy electronic midnight nowhere zone of quality downloadable japanimation tasty cheese based snacklets and the fleeting hope that nothing we feel nothing blanker than a small desperately lonely dark grey slab of cold slate in an abandoned quarry in ancient wales our open staring manic face looking forever insanely upward at a hopelessly bleak sky that's never known sunshine only endless speeding dark clouds deafening silent white noise of freezing biocosmic rain urrgh our mug of japanese organic sokalled fair trade green tea has lost all heat and taste this house feels so ancient and soulless our heart a heavily oxidized amazingly out of date tin of greasy spam if only we had some dried wild blueberries and organic coconut yogurt perhaps some friends to share it with look time for bed give in to the night as they say in the nfr 80s the owl of sleep calls out to coax one to their tree of dreams wrap up well and try not to worry so much little researcher // [[republic of bob contents | imaginary pastime republic of bob]]