# gosh that's cyber romantic souvenir of china by jarray or jarre starts to play in the lab background of our shallow heart tonight tonight tonight we'll run naked burning alive and super orgone blue in the 32 bit alien over hyperneural biomatrix last time we saw them was at another lousy student party there was no tomorrow only tonight after several pints of synthetic courage we finally folded like a schmuck and told them how we felt we've been seriously interested in you for well over a year backgrounds start to fade out of focus pictures change every moment yet our destination we don't know it they say how sweet and immediately hug us tight our heart pounds in our wide muscular scientific chest as the pull us close they then proceed to actively avoid us for the rest of the airless evening ending up going home with a short blond geography student they knew previously we adored how said student meat popsicle sat there on the low sofa with their favorite abba vomit playing skinny twiglet arm around their beautiful neck please whatever you do mother funster don't smug in our direction we're having trouble standing as we're wasted our heart feels like a fucked clock we feel proper sick and want to dive into a hyper primordial black hole that opens up beneath us but decide to stick out this wastey student party out to the sour end we've all come this far and know our empty campus accommodation room cube awaits for us with infinite patience no matter how long we hang out in these cheap painted fields of unrequited longing at some point when our main attraction was looking other way we stare at their new weasel beau and silently mouth we are going to mutate you that is with our bare internal chinese martial arts hands of stony biosynth data ninja deff this message must of got through as the weasel immediately bums out stops smirking gets up off the sofa and pseudo casually pretends to leave the room for another lite beer a couple of days later someone's brand new mummy and daddy brought beamer got an entire tin of purple black metallic paint mysteriously poured in through its open campus sunroof on the way back at our place one just stared out the useless time smeared window at distant grassy sunlit afternoon hills in semi stoic bs northern silence and thought about deep blue nothing all danced out we've only had four lite beers in us but feel dizzy with stifling campus heat darkness flashing lights water and emotional loss eventually everyone starts filing out of the club and once again it's time to call it a night thick necked bouncers stare at us itching for a scrap as we shuffle past them into the carpark the deep north of endland on an early sunday morning at around 2am sbt swishing white noise of passing cars in dirty puddles on empty cobbled backstreets time to get laid shuffle home alone in the drizzling northern urine weather andor stuff down a kebab n chips or so the standard theory goes we eventually stagger back to our student lab cube collapse into the bed maybe with a few choice salty tears falling on a fresh cool pillow best to wait for morning to roll around again get in a good breakfast take our few crumpled pages of mediocre course notes into a quiet corner of university library and start the lousy four month old assignment that's due in this monday here we broody go again in the meantime we make ourselves the size of an ant wow will you look at size of that cheese sandwich we make ourselves invisible yet can't believe others still ignore us we make ourselves a cheese sandwich noticing a friendly adventuresome ant looking up at it hello mister ant where you off to today again it starts to whizz it down in the deep north mr ant sails away on a stolen lettuce leaf we start to loose it around 3am in the morning with extreme indifference with calculated indolent agitated student listlessness update 1: the living undead awoke on the filthy floor of our campus accommodation hole with the worst leg cramp in polyverse and stagger to the collective bathroom for the biggest horse whizz of our idiot life before half crawling into the shared kitchen for six pints of tepid flat northern water no idea what time it is our skin greasy and waxy the eyes sunk we've bruises and cuts on our hand from thumping something we don't think it was someone at least we hope not we also half remember swearing out loud to the universe viciously like we meant it even kicking over a few designer push bikes in the driveway as we left the party house alone real duck move there swanson our room looks like a silent crap tornado hit it books clothes paper thrown about the bed overturned we must of trashed the lab in a sudden acute pang of desperate crushing sadness and super alienated unrequited urban midnight desire henry: due to last night's excess we can't face seeing them again we know in heart nothing positive will come of whatever acutely embarrassing crap we blurted with inarticulate and ill advised emotional enthusiasm last night henry said to them in the garden with a shaking heart on their lab coat sleeve: we've wanted to be alone with you for so long we'd say their values are corrupted by science but they're open to change one day they're satisfied and next finds them crying but it's nothing they can explain we do know they're generally uninterested in us we don't plan to continue acting even more of a lame duckhead suggested mods and emotional addons for this particular scene: listen to waiting for a researcher like you by foreigner eat lots of quality organic milk chocolate buttons and gently weep into a researcher size packet of soft tissues with aloe somewhere in lab k0de blue nods and says: classic oldskool existential strats nice anyhow get over it / yourself asap dear researcher and move on the down endless desert neon highway to the next spectral virtual nowhere // [[republic of bob contents | imaginary pastime republic of bob]]