“Just watched Neverending Story in full for first time since early childhood deeply reminding me of aesthetic love for 1980’s fantasy movie sunset and crystal textures the weird outerspace backgrounds in underground levels of Mario 3 and grey rectangular purple dot flecked teal repeating fabric patterns in econo van seats with windows with curtains and tv with built in vhs or isolated wood-panel basement at your dad’s house”

-Spinning Fortress Research Center

-Mid-Air Suspended Greenhouse Daydreams

-Forehead Helicopter Landing Zone

-Tales of Haunted Arcade Champions (vol. 1)

-Charlie Parker Banjo Headache

-Pump-Fake + Magnet Hoop Crush

-Desktop Waterfall Starter Kit

-((Eclipse

-Preteen Karate Marching Band

-Green Foam and Soft-Serv Hazards

-A Sun-faded Poster of Pink Minnie Mouse

Rob-World is like some endlessly fascinating suspense-thriller, loaded with action and inconceivable plot-twists

(as if Rob-World were directed by an alternate reality M. Night Shyamalan and in that alternate reality “Lady in the Water” is the greatest film to come out in the last several decades and we are all eagerly awaiting his next feature)

Rob-World is most definitely an isolationist concept -

the plot twist being that this world has actually been Rob-World the whole time

you are all foreigners here.. I am not alien to you

I am not secluded in this ridiculous childlike delusion of comfort that I have

I am Rob-World and Rob-World is trees and lakes and rusty nails on the dock that you didn’t know were there so you caught your mid-foot arch on

Rob-World is a wealth of naturalistic imagery in undulating oil-paint-slicks

I am Rob-World

and also Rob-World is a gigantic complex swishing with some daydream nausea and hidden Foley-artists that render each and every sound effect like softly rustled bed sheets tumbling in the dryer

I am Rob-World,

and Rob-World is in no way the product of some sick delusion on my part, it is natural, it does not reek of fear or self-consciousness

NO

Rob-World is a lustrous quarry with a wide variety of precious gems and metals beneath the surface - a series of luminescent caverns for magnetic activity acting as a universal fishing-reel to the outer cosmic bodies

groups of miners disappeared inside the cave complexes throughout the years inexplicably drawn to the mysterious beauty of the region, of the several expeditions here only two or three people made it out alive and they were forever changed, forever silent in the airport waiting areas holding palms of whip cream and slipping on banana peels and packages of Tastykakes

and Rob-World is an over aggressive player-piano with a combustion engine that encompasses the majority of a gold encrusted ballroom - the keys are eventually damaged and decay hindering the essence of the melody - the piano falls apart, the ballroom is on fir, Rob-World goes on as planned, everything is fine here

Rob-World is most definitely an egotistical reality

I am Rob-World

I am not alien to you, hiding in a slim-facade of suspended adolescent angst holding a grudge against the mailman and the pastry-wife

I am one with Rob-World - I am the only native here

and you are alien to all the natural splendor like synthetic rubber-putty jammed into the carpet thicket

I already knew about the rusty nail in the dock

I am so fucking zen with the rusty nail on the dock because it is Rob-World, no intricate detail that exemplifies that magnanimous scope of Rob-World is absent from perception and oneness as I identify myself with Rob-World

and there I am delicately balanced in a pirouette on top of the rusty nail on the dock and tossing ace bandages out to all you bleeding newborns with one hand while with the other I take my morning coffee

GO AWAY

o how you offeeended Rob-World!

you do not know how delicate he is ! and look

Rob-World is just a litttl hummingbird assembled with tweezers inside a glass bottle

and now you’v upset him and oooooo he remembers thsi feeeling it is tooo familiar

you do not know

you do not understand

He is so saad and hiding there beneath the kitchen table awey from evveryone he knows and loves

and there he lays and feels the cold embrace of durt-smudged tile flooring in the summer

and the brass cicadas outside are chirping juss to make him feel better

oo you do NOT

UNDER-STAND

he is so delicate

he is so small and fileld with child wonders and not to be corrupted

you

do

not

understand

but he is okay, he has the whirring sound of insect mechanic choir with the baseball announcer lightly talkign nonsense for his dad against the tabble he has the

smell of potato chips and beer and fresh cut grasss

and at least he is alone now coooling down beneath

the table

my spirit animal is a dingy cloth

my spirit animal is a charlie parker saxophone solo that becomes inaudible and the room is spinning

late 1940’s

my spirit animal is anxiously walking back and forth from the furthest corners of the house

with an excited grin
and still anxious

early morning

my spirit animal is an ugly cross and gyration of inflexible fingers
“fppphhhh-shhhhhhhhh”

~~WHirrring sound of insect mechanicsss~~

Rob-World is a very isolated place

I’m Rob

I hate it here sometimes

one time behind the Lowe’s in the center of Rob-World

I spray painted “This place sux”

on the big cement wall

then Rob came out and looked at me

his face was made of pink rubber

he looked at the spray-paint phrase and back at me

he said

“I’m doing the best I can please just give me a break..”

WOW YOU CAME BACK 2 ROB WURLD

I DONUT EVN BELIEF IT IS SO NICE HERE

RIGHT?

THIS IS THE BEACH-SIDE SECTION OF ROB-WORLD

THOUSANDS OF TOURSISTS FLOCK 2 THIS

SECTION OF ROB-WORLD EVERY SINGLE DAY

TRYING TO PHOTOGRAPH EXOTIC WILDLIFE

ROB’S NOT HERE NOW THOUGH

HE’S OUT THERE ON THE JETSKI BLASTING THRU WAVES

AND PHOTOGRAPHING THE TOURISTS

HE’S NAKED TOO

HE SAW YOU LAST TIME YOU WERE HERE HE SAYS HE REALLY

REALLY

LIKES

YOU.

CAN’T WAIT TILL YOU COME BACK TO ROB-WORLD

: - )

Rob-World is not an isolationist concept
I am an idealist who is isolated
Rob-World is not a concept at all
I am Rob
Go away, Rob-World is closed now.
———
Okay you can stay, Rob-World is better now
I am not Rob
I am Rob-World now
and Rob-World
is a slowly rotating display-case
of gold-plated hamburgers
softly playing delicate piano music
for a crowd of crying cowboys.
…
Nevermind,
Rob-World wants to go to sleep now
maybe come back another time.

YIKES

wow

sry

Rob-World is lookin awfully

sick

might have to put em down

Looks like his

whole body

is

                                                                   shivering

Good thing your brother just wal..

got in from Rhode Island with

three-hundred ounces of beeer

for you

for Christmas

while you were right there breaking up with your girlfriend

through text message

or else

you might be a puddd

puddle

right now

with

      your

     dog

         on the

table

sick

and

                                                  looking at you

                                                             with

                                                                his tongue

                      out.