# what we're talking about also known as feelings of unrealty in 'the gary coleman story' what notes towards an electronic meditation regarding tgcs via fellow researcher of big science henry swanson for eye of the lucid lime magazine vol10 issue 2 during our more creative periods our sleep patterns shift to accommodate the delayed broadcast of channel zero around 04:00 sbt gary coleman story makes our head swim possessing the exact same sort of diffused ambient unrealty as staring at overly bright florescent lights in now long empty megamalls in middle amerika appearing at once fresh unrehearsed professionally staged and insidious amerika was always husk empty and artificial an entire country obsessed with glaring logos media tranquilizers and flavored sugar water cancer it's citizens live in a grand hollow cyberland where everything real closes down to a violetly passive lack of interest and it all gets instantly replaced with and displaced by virtual no life bs a grand neurospectacle of hollow 'meh' such maximum amerikans are only now starting to realise they can only falsely escape ir insulated toxic bubble by making the leap of faith into the burning golden heart of 'the gary coleman story' darn it's still daytime we wake up from the dream in a pool of stale sweat heart racing so weirded out we don't dare go back to sleep it isn't scary so much as expresses the off-kilter dreaminess of opiated brazilian syndicated telefantasy standard sub standard genre conventions disassembled and reassembled before our red watery eyes yet in the process often transcending once narrow meta digital edutrainment conventions and arriving at deeper cheap hidden truths we'd like to blame our electro-current sense of unease on what happens when we visit places like malls the undersides of ancient overpasses and industrial sized 'hyperballardian' concrete carparks in our dreams this feeling of being completely disconcerted of having a profound diffused oblique sense of living in a state of total unrealty then arises the following questions say for example: are we dead right now - were we in fact ever born is this realty a dream realty and if so what kind and who or what is dreaming it why do things often feel so outlandish and eccentric is it possible to wake up and if so what's the destination it's moments like these when the hungry heart turns once again to 'the gary coleman story' an intense rnd scenario in which beyond the false cardboard office divider wall of conventional physical psychological realty there's an unknowable world that cannot be explained andor explained away by science rather a researcher's concept of the world undergoes a massive radial seismic ontological shift this is the central implication of the message space codified within the myth of 'the gary coleman story' everything about it seems part of a grand miracle and a mystery most profound a special nonplace where all usual meanings and existential attitudes dissolve into nonsense and everyday absurdities accumulate into profound otherworldly significance fellow researcher dr. orloff incredulous (yet confused): does it cobblers ok restart: the gary coleman story has to be understood not so much as a cheap 80's straight-to-disposable holo memstick techno-thriller but rather as another dreamy rumination on matrices; how they serve to express certain ahem 'unique' midnight data-sea thoughts about life society popular culture and especially realty another dreadfully conventional post-modem narrative naturally full aggressively stale swiss cheese plot holes it's also one of the boldest drama stories circulating on internets for two weeks now some may argue that the actual illogic of / in 'the gary coleman story' renders it all the more powerful its colours shapes its unique interior world with turmoil and uncertainty as its realty may appeal to any cheap hiro-style protagonist of a bad living sci fi 'z' movie where beneath the thin last night's four cheese and pineapple crust of earth lies an immense dormant pulsing mutating mind uncontrol squid beyond the wall of conventional physical psycho-social realty exists a living unknowablity that cannot be spelled out or existentially cast aside for when one finally arrives at the start of 'the gary coleman' story ir concept of the world as they once thought they knew it undergoes a radial tilt shift 45 degrees to the left overall effect of 'the gary coleman story' not only pulls the rug out but blows off all six walls of ordinary televisual non sentience ripping one's comfort blanket from ir grasp and casually torching it one is lulled into a warm state more or less ungovernable by standard genre expectations which grows ever more illogical one progresses ever further into its essential living polydimensional mysteries only then to shatter everything gathered and one is left shaken and stirred clues sleeve notes lists meta theories lab logs all abandoned it makes our experience a last burst of vital visual chi energy before biocosmic scale deff a realty far more colourful than ordinary mundane existence final train station departure to that delicate step into beyond plunging us into the light void of realer life few 'big scientists' ever know precise the details of 'the gary coleman story' and have any idea how much it reflects personal loss or tragedy whether it's all another effective affected yet necessary dose of standard substandard sci fi schlock common though its themes may be there's a deep sense of the loss of ordinary officially sanctioned notions of realty in tgcs indicating an understanding of pathos partly arising from the daily life experience itself either that or tgcs harbors an obsessive underlying fetish for existential moodiness from what can be gathered using recently unarchived and restored data files from the forward research team at bsz rnd hypercorporation the gary coleman story concerns a reclining armchair psychologist and future owner of downtown megamall trying to regain love and trust in ir cold-shouldered life turns out ir coldness is an all pervading sadness regarding ir own lack of humane warmth after a startling nonlinear series of semi non profound personal revelations about the more fundamental underlying natures of life realty and being they transform into a hungry ghost caught in the near-future retro 80's cyberspace backwater internets with an almost total denial of ir non physical andor metaphysical condition the implication of this message from the near-future is that everything about it is part of both a grand tragedy and a total lack of compassion over one's united states of void consciousness a grand miracle of being and existence where heartfelt meanings dissolve into nonsense common absurdities and rapidly spiral into profound otherworldly significance regarding the more fundamental underlying nature of life realty and being researchers who have come into direct contact with 'the gary coleman' story say it spins a sunny brand of ambient predestination tinged with post-modem industrial architecture design theory since it's all about a university student uselessly afraid of ir latent ruvikian biopsychic powers expressing pangs of vulnerability and doubt yearning for a personal peace sheltered from the indifferent public space of ir downtown megamall this humalien shuffles around for the key to open the locked heart of ir life a sad affair since they sense ir own current lack of awareness regarding the truer more fundamental natures of life biopolyverse realty and everynonthing ir more actual place in the grander scheme of the universal virtual unaware of the otherworldly presence of the entire living world all around them frustrates them with hypermediated illusion but eventually the profound uncertainty of ir actual situation destroys all false notions with burning virtual light of visionary truth the gary coleman story suggests researchers as spirits in an immaterial world and must therefore unconsciously believe in its / ir ghostly otherworldly supernature that we all inevitably lose things such as lab pass keys to secrete underground research basses how every researcher wants to be normal to quietly live out the rest of ir dull morose existence in comfort yet once deep inside the gary coleman story one invariably gets sucked into a far larger crisis one was previously unaware of now there's an understatement of biocosmic proportions forced out of our daily selfish doldrums into a world of disturbed clarity opening into an ever greater living mystery of the beauty of life and polyversal alien psychedelic consciousness gary coleman story seems provocative in that it raises many tiny eternal 3am questions about how we think how we live what little we expect of ourselves and others the truer extent to which our our notions of the truer biopsychedelic strangeness of realty and life are taken for granted and drastically based on realist scientism-materialism from the outset upon hearing about the gary coleman story one feels the main character is so weak they're afraid to play outside instead spending days reading cheesy sci fi comics they can't be a 'go long' style pigskin tossing jock like rest of ir peers so despite being an automatic member of a minority of idle weirdos with a history of having been oppressed by dominant culture at large they identify with mad scientists seen gallivanting around in garish ambient lo-fi megamalls all doubly perverse since the non physicality of the modem eventually goes pop and manifests itself say at around 16:20sbt (standard base time) in the early late late afternoon in a downtown megamall while staring at the white structural domes set in the skylight this happens gradually and whilst the full sonic soul force of realty can't be shown in the gary coleman story everything in it signifies key aspects of current social unrealty the fact that is of its ongoing concealment of vital absence just as a movie about the 80's without ninja flickering monitor screens or youth rebellion says much about anxiety of period it appears certain realities are often too disturbing to be confronted directly indeed most researchers of strange imaginary play states such as big scientists are often unable to fully grasp the truer degree to which realty appears unreal / alien / alive / organic / liquid / mysterious / transcendent / otherworldly / empty and infinite / non dualistic yet one only need turn to the living heart of tgcs and all will be revealed as utterly unrevealing // republic of bob