# purely residential neighborhoods odd liminal spaces in which one can go too far with this kind of techno romantic sci fi nonsense to bundle old newspapers don't wrap them in twine sniff and scratch around one's old home town watch a little holo-tv idly considering certain researchers next lab door with uncertain smiles compose little symbolic pseudocode poems to leave in natty hard to find places for fellow researchers think of ancient japan ii and sublime micro adventures deep in the suburban flux more on this kind of nonthing laters in the mean time enjoy one's large synthevanilla milkpus shake from mccancers in which one just replies 'we get by' ha you schmuck - according to official accounts this / ours is a generation of crying-on-the-outside / crying-on-the-inside types but still insert a billion grey generic days even two whole troubled weeks of nothing much to report // republic of bob