# holotv on nobody watching while one flies around in virtual space and start existential fires or sits round campus crying over broken minded biosynth data ninja for hire even if its all just 'dancing in the larp' in which one had better start a fire worrying ir synthetic worlds are falling apart crazy horses for hire hey sure researcher whatever sorry but one still stinks of burning smart japanese plastic doll hair sure personally we're unable to get enough of that dreamy psychedelic ooze oh to step right out of this suv-driven ticker symbol-lit vision this realty smog of violets stress to step instead into warm lush emerald green earthy scents endless soft purple red skies and vibrant beings wider ever more open possibilities in which it seems there exist infinite ways to make better worlds yet if only researchers have eyes to see // republic of bob