# scientific lassitude in which one feels disheartened about other jaded cynical and emotionally lethargic researchers or say dim suburban pseudo-philosophers now crippled by artificial awareness in any case continue to yuck it up chuckleboy even now mega d00mful visions of melting forms pulled into near infinite pits of foul greenish darkness stalk you endless expressionistic cities populated by uniquely alien forces mind pushed past all limits of realty about to flood dead fish eyes with free floating animated ontological dread they shall make bacon paintings on bad shrooms multiplied by fulchi's 'beyond' feel warmer and more comforting than one's electronic mother's bleach flavoured media milk official bsz hypercorporation apologies if that was a tad repo-intense but at least it wasn't stuffed to the gills with ambient artificial scientific corporate mood levelling lassitudes // republic of bob