# social indebtedness of politeness guilty by outside edge starts to play in the lab background when we see you in the local corner shop we beseech thee please do not say hello to us but just walk on by pretend you haven't seen us or just stare awkwardly at the magazine racks till we leave and if we bump elbows in a tight isle then sure you can half smile we'll lightly face cringe in return but prey let us not drag each other into some crass public display of small idle village idiot chitchat do not ask us what we're doing now where we're living or what you think about the weather yes you were once polite to us on several occasions now long past and dead but we do not feel as though we should be in debt to social niceties generally we're just mean and not at all a people person well only on our strict terms by all means if you want to ask us out but not fall in love then fine state your scientific needs in a clear firm manner and we shall respond in kind yet let us not both grind uselessly through the minor social niceties thing it's just too painful and dreary even flatly unnecessary understand the sight of you in that miserable corner store your beauty and kindness is heartbreaking we're sharply reminded us of the fact neither of us are socially mobile how we're still doing nothing but idly shopping at this exact same lousy co op its blue nfr 70's logo sun as bleached and faded as the weary smile on our face how nothing has changed and the factory clock has had an unacknowledged heart attack the sole exception being the often acutely painful existential depression and terminal boredom we feel having to eke out a meager sokalled life here in endland's tepid beige dreaming not that this thoroughly depressing state of affairs of the state is remotely your fault just that despite ongoing half assed attempts we find it impossible to think about anything other that is than our own silent pathetic choked inner soul pseudo suffering our bs little artful schemes useless dreams rnd scenarios a faded image of your sad pretty face // [[republic of bob contents | imaginary pastime republic of bob]]