# that something can be so utterly bleak it's mere notion makes one existentially lightheaded as watermelon by john and jane q public plays in the lab background in which to imagine an entire existence half lived out in endland's tepid grey dreaming infinite weekends on the legendary uncomfortable couch binge watching badly videotaped episodes of east enders holy elvischrist that's weak get us anywhere out of here charge up that stealth shinobi microlight hidden on the roof so we can escape first making sure the batteries have been charged in case of sudden zombie attack onward if lucky to repo intense polydimensional liquid neon tinted near-superfutures of designer post-cyberpunk dystopian hyperadventure insilico gemini cybernetics group rip where are you know when we need you // republic of bob