# more pointless delays over a lit office hallway full of depressed animal balloons to resit the sudden urge to flatten the continually smiling / smirking hi nrg face of a fellow university student specifically researchers studying big business with a burning kayak paddle in which a secret lab tag is henry swain swanson how this text pseudocode was discovered seems down to raw synchronicity favorite lab reads include restraint of beasts by magnus mills soul of nowhere by craig childs big book of chuang tzu tanslated by elizabeth breuilly and martin palmer types of rat produced and enjoyed include surrealist / hyperreal / alien / psychedelic say alex grey / patrick woodroff / paul laffoley / jean henri gaston giraud conventional skillz include cheng style 37 step tai chi chuan fa / ba gua / systema / martial parkour also known as markour personal anti heroic exemplars include hank rollins / reginald perrin / john shuttleworth / ken mctenner / miles davis dimension of origin as every nowhere at once why nobody's listening well maybe it's for good reason though we're seriously beginning to wonder if we're even alive or merely another disembodied idiot in jar full of dirty water from the early biopsychic amniotic ocean brains passively aggressively plugged into a cheap personal computer say from the near future retro 80s one mindlessly churning out nothing much of anything at all are we even alive is anything even remotely real in any truer sense or is it all a super big hollow and cosmically dumb yoke at considerable expense heck even putting it this way still seems hopelessly egotistical and pointlessly elf involved we used to talk about the end of world but now we surf bundle old newspapers but fail to neatly wrap them in twine long ghosts walk halls and when the virtual dream of maximum amerika died we felt expanded slowly over time prison of the daily clock of work or rather hustle as demented protestant work ethics put it feeling suffused with many synthetic diamond facets of raw data gleaned off matrices all spread through as with pure water color or blue light to enter the deepest place our rnd data could provide animating the entity of core:: essence which if anything will survive our own last breath as a sub project report thinking about such a leap makes us disappear yet amplifies senses of what it is to be quote humalien to finally acknowledge we had to truly live as if for the first time before we could see it fully but even that's only a statement of the power of what comes next after speeding out from the core:: to the outskirts of the old town on to the extreme rebecca purple data desert beyond far out past even phish or a little nearer the outskirts of paris texas pulling into town in a stolen sentient amerikan muscle car with the 32bit dpaint4 sun setting and it starts to pour again cold blue tears of loneliness and light years b/ today after finally reaching outskirts of the megacity on a nameless back road flanked by saguaros and poisonous flesh eating wildflowers there we reach the interstate edge into a wind blast of streaming traffic where movement is so simple and conforming we tag ourselves researcher what spectral genius lies in the term a stunning indictment of maximum astral amerika that curious part of our ongoing existence which neverquite sees through rhymes nonsense words past hidings / seekings to nonthing old dankness gothic medieval awe or even earlier crawling beneath the inverted electronic midnight skin of whispered visual hyperlanguage all traffic slows to crawl take out the manila folder curled at the edges stare at old photos from the index section of one of countless works written about / for / as project false color composites reveal signs of erosion fracture a thousand other overlapping interpenetrating features and disconnected events heavy stress drift and industrial ravage trillion bit data streams converted into image vision barely accessible and understandable by humalien non machine minds how remote scientific devices pull hidden meanings out of the black earth of the social patches of lustrous color computer orchids fuchsias or rorschach pulses of countless yet individually named shades how these might indicate heavy new changes in the ambient subcultural temperature where such photographic mosaics re reveal secondary beauty hallucinatory fusion of inexactitude sublime nature and rapture every burst of color displaying ever more fine tonal gradations are a complex emotion that cannot be named elf referential package of hopes and midnight biosynth dreaming that might suggest a precise moment when we lost our collective mindspace for good looking across at ledges and parapets on old mile high skyscrapers downtown with massed midsection sunburst paneling ten blocks north thinking how wonderful it all is what an accidental marvel to come upon future implanted memories floating at the level of a glazed population standing on a single mid town mid afternoon tower that old spoked artificial sun that brings neither luck nor fate but only big science there's still a response to feelings in offices wearing a crisp smart paper suit fresh out of its biodegradable plant plastic wrapping sensing industry normalized human ai linked grids lap around and around the enfolding drone of these computers and machines willfully retro cellphonics carefully slotted in synthetic wood desk chargers voice mail / holovmail sense of absolute order and command reinforced by the office weltanschauung a whole gestalt of anti meaning by the officeness of the office onyx black dimensional megacorporate hypertower encasing it by all contact points shimmering with strictly financial menace in the hazy air nearby streets dark and empty now but the numbers keep flowing across the screen electronics up transports down industrials more or less unchanged yet the innate error of near infinite data is at an all time high and here's where the stories begin again words / worlds passing block to block moving unceasing through churches apartments maybe garbled mistranslated here and there not deeply distorted clear enough someone talking about uncanny occurrence machines going to look at what's happening down in the streets before whispering to other machines stirring a synthetic hope that grows when things surpass their own limits leave the empty desert highway strewn with emotional wreckage gathering thoughts after dusk at the windy place between bridge and final approach wedged onto as mall traffic island in the bottom most uppermost reaches of the vertical megacity gold 909 where the expressway arches down from the terminal market train yard and stretches down toward narrows brilliant and leaden untold tons of old industrial muscle all fretful utter emotional desolation and alienated pain ramps shoot tall wild weeds bleached ceramic bones an unmanned autowaste burner still coughing toxic fumes now consuming itself old railroad bridge spanning the slow thick orange sludge of river open watch tower at either end swaying in the persistent howling wind from forever vacated illusions and electro dreaming first faint snow of another dim now endless winter falling softly on unknown streets of shame flurries of bright data crystal ships and memory shards such pale slant snow disappearing even as it falls falls under recent history's burning iron wheels accidentally deleted in a single hyper bureaucratic error with potentially biocosmic implications rapidly reentering akira's ghost shell / roots broody electronic roots close your minds humaliens it's 3am in lab watching big trouble in little china yet again even though scientists don't want to really in which the big book of chuang tzu changed many lives with ancient mytho resonance jg ballard's sleeve notes for hank rollins live in australia bootleg with frank listen carefully as tiny sublimely beautiful poisonous and hallucinogenic amazonian tree frogs cheer researchers on forever mild and desperate social media presentation in the blank root white smiling robot lizard face of global ludocapitalist spectacle // [[republic of bob contents | imaginary pastime republic of bob]]