# psychoactive suburban pulp surrealism primer two old friends stroll down a dirty hallway corridor with dark lime green 70's carpeting they pass by a flat info board screen which detects their presence and flicks on deliberately grainy image of an older person with actual burning eyes speaks to the two disinterested viewers face: today we celebrate the second glorious anniversary of our information purification directives for the first time in all history a garden of pure education has been created where each student may bloom secure from the pests of contradictory and confusing state benefits plans our unification of standard thought is more powerful than any fleet or megacorporation we are one campus with one will one resolve one cause whilst our nearest market competitors confuse themselves to obsolescence we'll bury them with their own mismanagement education has prevailed some enterprising student has hacked in and digitally scrawled the following beneath on january 24th big scientist rnd zaibatsu introduces miles davis makes our brain melt and we'll all see why repeats of y2k will be more like near future 1980 something researcher swanson: in oldskool daze all we had was a zx spectrum and a cup of tea researcher dr orloff: yeah right that's nothing all we ever had was a dodgy commodore 64 and kendall mink cake swanson: wow mink cake huh orloff: er yeah real tasty so what's on for this afternoon swanson: you know the usual orloff: what again dang swanson sighs: yep fraid so smoke out check passing researchers from low hanging branches of the old octopus tree whilst playing with kevin bacon orloff: where's the scarf at swanson: trouble with the tenth level dungeon guardian orloff: they don't wait long enough after the first two waves of fireballs oh yeah you heard that cool miles post human ai generated tengo ep we burnt you last week swanson: ah yeah researcher trying to squeeze drops of hyperalien blood from a dmt sugarcube orloff: upon hearing the disk one is filled with feelings of immense energy of amerikan youth in its suburban surrealist aspect crazy days in the rain and lofi adventures in friendly mazes secret plans made in tree dens skateboarding maps drawn in disposable biro on scrap bits of paper you know winging it letting the days go by swanson: you mean an alpha moment when anything seems possible the pulse races and mind sees visions of deepest crystal azure skies everything is alright the days are endless an unstoppable sense of forward movement and positive momentum one symbolized aurally by the sustained ringing sound of a shinobi rooftop guitar solo orloff ref checks: alpha moment an intense existentially positive psychedelic feeling one gets from listening to alien blood from a dmt sugar cube type electropop songs involves researchers with scuffed sneakers getting into lofi mind expanding biocosmic adventures on the outer existential edge of an alienated suburban maze often next to an open expansive of semi arid virtual high desert plain complete with brown scrub and secret dens bluest skies of deepest summer plans made for escape attempts out of the dominant mindset concrete enclaves of the olds their living dead methodology of shut up and get back to work in which one soon feels lost in trying to describe such almost forever infinity type aspects epic shimmering neon / looking out over megacity rooftops at the sunset of the dying astral west / glossy full color hypercorporate brochures bright after the rain smell of awesome primary shapes connected by lines of aesthetic light efficient raw vast epistemological schisms subtle ham fisted hints of near future insidiousness both low temperature and deadly two of them reach class and they find seats at the back of the lecture hall to avoid the eye scanning of the idiot tutor with the spanner dumb floppy hair swanson leans over: they look terminally bored don't they orloff: makes both of us then not that these two boredoms are a shared equivalence lecturer figurine begins their loose rambling jangling knowledge sthick: as you can see associating planes of inconsistency within intensive time extended intersections continuously delineated by lines of nearly infinite variation a series of singular points of variation as seen in fig1 abstract lines of virtual possibilities actualized in various mechanical textual arrangements where each arrangement is therefore a terse collection of heterogeneous items held together in zero degree topological relation of elements allowing them to function together as virtual abstracted lines of continuous variation will to elf differentiating differance establishing relations of proximity and difference between such terms swanson: we would have said they were a fine hot tempered swordsman who performed well in the raid on the darkened mansion they'd carefully studied the floor plan of the house which the revenging brothers had secured from the chief cook they knew there were certain hidden details in its ancient construction hackling their way into the core:: security grid after the others had fled they knew the boss could not have gone far snagging a specific pseudocode scroll out of its alcove they pushed on the wall behind aha a secret door into an inner zen garden of sand stone and timeless patience they charged out through knowing the boss must be there one's cybernetic comrades circle the shed and pour multiple titanium smart arrows into it with short laser bows two lightly undead security staff shamble out and they take them on barehanded using super advanced internal chinese martial arts techniques dr orloff: researcher please the tutor's making it up as they grind us along let's jet they get up and walk out disgusted at the tutor with their flabby sweaty back staring at this useless academic nerk caught in their own endless wizdome and dreary theories what place is this what time is it outside the sun is shines the skies are pale blue yet here we are together a grand greige collective lie not wanting to listen to old undead gristle bags waffle on forever we hop onto the bus into town where we visit a recently discovered favorite cafe cabbies and truck drivers perusing daily newspapers vienna style having a smoke and slurping weak cups of milky tea all with a huge gut in the spirit of meatblobs everywhere swanson treats themselves and their mate to one of the owner's super breakfasts five rashers of grilled bacon two fried eggs still nicely yokey chips beans fried tomatoes four grilled sausages onion rings six bits of fried bread and two cups of hot milky tea with two sugars all smothered in ocean salt white malt chilli vinegar white pepper and hp original sauce fifteen minutes in swanson says: urgg can't get up out of this chair orloff belches: oh researcher too much for a now even bigger scientist swanson: good though eh orloff: um grease city swanson: dammit we didn't scam a hex cig off bighair orloff: what for swanson: to stub it out in this half eaten egg orloff: what is it with this island endland lorry drivers cabbies and cigarettes in half eaten eggs swanson: highlights unique to this section of endland's subcultural spacetime orloff: what like getting 404links on undead interwebs swanson: the reason internets feel so neat for researchers our age to mess around in is it gives us chances to get back a lot we thought we'd lost but which still haunts us orloff: been having trouble finding quality samples of a particular light entertainer slash actor shouting runarahhhnd from an oldskool play state show they used to host back in the day swanson: now when we hear certain themes from old holotv shows what strikes us most is how quietly terrifying many of them are say picture box mate talk about the sounds of corpses weeping orloff: we loved the box but what used to freak us out was the opening tune to book tower with legendary actor tom baker swanson: there's also chocky orloff: the chock rocked but we dug tripods swanson: nah we used to keep missing episodes orloff: remember when the bbc sound effects department would bust out phat 70's electro weirdie sfx swanson: cool televisual days of checking out nice spicy pitch bends and low end wobble // [[republic of bob contents | imaginary pastime republic of bob]]