# watching bob tarantula creepy crawl all chrome and mediated sublimity right through the dusty hobo poetry of the forgotten astral west dr orloff: hang on a bit what's the big deal about it henry swanson: pffft like any of us artists in poverty under capitalism aren't already overworked underpaid and disenfranchised enough without having to describe moonlight glinting off broken glass or whatever the way it gently crunches under one's reinforced urban ninja smart soles while silently exploring an abandoned post apocalyptic freeway diner // [[republic of bob contents | imaginary pastime republic of bob]]