# life as an embarrassment as somebody's baby by jackson browne now plays in the lab background researcher henry swanson overhead halfway: given previous emotional encounters there does exist mutual attraction they've more than enough myfakeface friends and lovers thanks and has already hinted as much during recent polite insubstantial social communiques while apparently they do see beauty in a multiplicity of passions apparently they're not actively seeking more partners at the moment not actively seeking who talks like that what is this a multi million dollar business deal do they regularly check a wall chart casually firing a million workers like it was nothing a single smooth manicured finger moves down a chart let's see umm nope we've already a million plastic friends and lovers no more today thanks get back in line hardly surprising however given the sum total of one's conversations with them were really just them speaking about themselves for hours they only asked two questions the whole time neither giving a real impression they cared more just a convenient way to transition back into talking about their amazing upright and perfectly normalized life / style after a few weeks of this there was the strong impression one only existed as a convenient listening post a set of dumb ears as if they were desperate to maintain the outward impression of somehow being an more evolved and compassionate new age bs version of oneself yet all that existed was some malfunction of the animal as symbolic entity a cardboard fool sits opposite half trying to listen staring out from a thousand miles inside their empty skull bursting with yeasty slow boiling desire noting short hair the neck the mouth oh the pain of apparent duality arrrgg alone way back in their lousy secret underground rnd lab researcher henry swanson covers their eyes loudly moaning you ask if i like you well what can i say you know that i do yet this is a strange imaginary play state we both play only ever a billionth of a degree away from where we truly are as humaliens where we stand right now in actual lousy concrete reality so near and far away from you also known as nowhere nobody and nothing // [[republic of bob contents | imaginary pastime republic of bob]]