# that jim morrison kid said in honesty there's little special about eating a pasty with white peppa running across bare streets of the times forcing one's drunken student body to digest another lousy campus steak n' cheese whilst documenting the rise and fall of strange imaginary play-state 'big science' to greet random northerners moving around life often doesn't make it onto photogenic paper but sings directly into one's burning midnight heart up on megacorporate rooftops overlooking the east forever diving off into another deep osiris fog while researchers in back zen gardens across town show them how it's done using only cheap foil check tricks time enough to die but one sees only false data horizons now / cracked 8 bit neon mirrors and low-orbiting rhyme lights this vacant faded soul lot -via researcher virginia pete // republic of bob