# sudden thought equation 2pm sbt still in bed depressed marie's the name their l8est flame by elvis plays in the lab background start thinking hard about a certain fellow researcher next door their svelte costume of summer psycholiquid biovisual hypershamanic language reality hackling / deprogramming routines raw image pseudocode for lonely evenings online neuro quantum darknet clouding / samurai pseudocode two point zero deeper green psychedelic dada biochaos flux/us inherent pictorial misrepresentation radially altering implicitly coherent allegedly stable and recognizable boundaries inherently unstable protean immateriality unsettling intertextual future notions of immutable coherence and definitive versioning necessarily emetic initial forays into synchromystical bsz hypercorporate word hoard and other technodictions transcending cospiralcy unwittingly unleashing the awesome power and energy of unknown twisted dimensions and time warps some fantastic realm where the past present and future collide in a whirling vortex of startling adventure and superlative 80's special cheese effects breaking down conventional modes of expression and expanding mind into deeper pools of truer meaning and holistic humalien consciousness action packed notstory spaces painted on a wide living canvas active exploration of superfluid biopsychedelic polyverse non sequentially elf short circuiting meta treatise near future projections of fears and dark fantasies of / generated by contemporary astral amerika light as information channel and procedural character avatars with rrp real researcher personalities researcher dr orloff krankenwagen: good grief sounds amazing for one's own part in early days last week one never used to have lab thoughts which one could not set down in pseudocode with at least at much distinctness as which one thought it was conceived yet soon one may well chance upon class of hyperdigital fantasies of exquisite indelicacy which are not mere thoughts and which do not belong to anyone yet which demand real answers answers to which one shall find it all but impossible to adapt to once tidy homely comforts of ordinary campus scenic language such fantasies arise in the midnight soul of an unknown poet wanderer mystic in intense epochs of psychic agitation and turbulence dancing on a cosmic dragon's tongue and ignoring the teeth when bodily mental and planetary health ebb to their lowest possible state before permadeath in peculiar slivers of time when confines of the waking world blend and merge with bioelectronic dreams extreme rising harmonic overtones of personal danger entire planets on the brink / rebirth of a new universe this one base heavy drive time freeways to nowhere prime back to the wind blinding cosmic chi breeze through the hair except one's slowly starting to bald from all the ambient new media rads bioborg in the trunk awaiting reboot catching one's breath before starting off again running on gas fumes low on imagination and definitely out of luck dear researcher buddhistic attention as the only possible key unstable natures of perception boredom and suburbia freakishly open expanse of desert sky above heading for humalienity's terminal near future retro 80's sunset at a hundred plus driving via the cracked rear view with a tinny stereo blasting passing blur of all the flicking lights of dead neon cities reflect off an expensive cheap chrome plated pair of efl extremely futuristic looking smart plastic wraparound data shades lifted from the last gas station big scientists wear them now to keep track of the visions in media blinded x ray eyes researcher henry tuttle: now this is real plumbing behind the matrix behind the withriting // [[republic of bob contents | imaginary pastime republic of bob]]