# bangbiter is here like it all takes place within a few seconds the last of ir tepid brained floppy haired moments alive out of nowhere ir new favorite special researcher currently sporting / lounging in what looks like a beige golfing outfit and sunglasses on ir heads is now a single centimetre away from a semi mythical scenic creature of raw biopsychedelic zero point aether energy a 54 meter long great white female 'carcharodon megalodon' omega shark known in-scene by researchers of strange imaginary big science as a 'bangbiter' according to local rnd teams such a creature exists in the local post quantum biochaos realty flux and often swim right up to one's idiot student head - closely inspecting scientists without them ever noticing naturally dear little lover lover is alas too dim a bulb to ever realise they're in any danger - in fact they literally cannot see it; of out of sight out of mind 'sure out of sight but not out of range dear cyber punk' see how they live the dubious models of realty they bass an entire flimsy existence upon a true pigeon's nest of a tawdry life they're unable to acknowledge such an amazing existence standing there beaming away at ir own greatness - brushing an invisible speck of dust or lint from nice clothes or adjusting ir nice soft manageable brain how they look at the world of science not noticing anything - odd - about the situation that style of witless space ape with lobotomized good cheer such plastic fantastics love to cultivate watch as they happen to turn ir endlessly happy heavy dumb head around for the first and last time and finally they see the massive ancient eye most pale and blue - a universe sized mirror only telling a single truth the absolute white wall only then only then do they see they're about to be what fellow researcher burroughs terms 'the naked lunch' for any moment out of time now randomly with zero warning they feel a rising tone in the air a quickening of the indifferent blood oh the realty of this moment a rising supermassive biopsychedelic potentiality only now manifesting when a great white omega shark snaps it's jaws shut its called a bangbite no warning just one raw instant **+** bang/ the entire right oblique side of one's idiot skull is now missing **+** bang/ uh oh no bottom half at all **+** bang/ the whole of one's ultra mediocre small scientific potatoes existence has just disappeared into an all encompassing void mouth with a single laser clean slice - the raw ragged dimensional saw edge of a giant razor toothed realty blade no warning no more excuses - no more hanging tuff talking out one's arts to horrendously pretty fellow students no more lukewarm sitting around looking slick for the other idiot space apes no more lite tight white little lies or pop-through adverts on channel zero to consider eye / void / mouth as the same nonthing one's odds of being simultaneously struck by neoetic lightning while eaten by a giant invisible aetheric omega shark are right now roughly one to one almost as if to remind one that for modem designer duckheads and microplastic dolts events can always get unexpectedly freaky arts real darn quick gather ye shaking little electronic rosebuds while ye may you're about to realise you're no longer the lukewarm little centre of the universe of 'i' // republic of bob