# temporary suspensions of direct meaning in favour of fleeting indirect narratives and indistinct non sense impressions where a few lines or a sentence is torn from the remains of mundane days ahead where sometimes only generic words or stock phrases exist activity of a mind's regular weak actions which such rare midnight rhythms sustain trying to shine it up into raw black glass searching for new darklight angles for better glimmer effects alternative modes of engagement with a continually incoming ontological biochaos shockwave the size and existential heft of one's entire current realty as though by simple obsessive repetition it all might forcibly grow into a deliciously poetic organic deep visual language theory of romantic rnd pseudocode script speeding through lines or phrases to find something true in pulsing rhythmic sound fragments sweet smokey token-residues of 3am expressway meaning and warm ambient drift // republic of bob