# taking a running jump right into the absurdity of the social one lands and flat splashes right into the deep end before gasping one's way to the side you've such a useless wobbling git swanson you can't swim more than ten meters at a time you only got a 10m badge when you were ten and even today can only manage an uneven backstroke silently observe from the shallow side of the social gene pool all the tanned slimline trendies cutting effortlessly up and down the crystalline water envision them effortlessly moving through the clear water of their transparent lives see the rare beauty move inside their form hugging costume reminds you of cybernetic illustrations by legendary manga artists try not to stare as though you care also accidentally noticing them stare at multiple /shallow scars on your arms and chest you wonder what they think about such emotional lines and existential tracks if anything no it wasn't harm you want to say rather an important symbolic experiment in semi unconscious protoshamanistic elf discovery and polybiopsychic tribal sacrification to mark the ever fluid boundary between the mundane and magical world which is only ever one world one infinite unbound living reality personal rites of passage while facing terminal boredom and the existential depth pressure of everyday uk half life cos it truly dread inner endland innit like such an explanation would wash in polite pink social pool like this more careless esoteric sleeve notes for basement archives never to be thought of or used again but the nightly act of taking down notes for intense rnd purposes you know something about for this is bright new day of deadpan low rent comitragedy cosmic scale senses of fate that will always arrive once in your half lived nowhere lifetime lifeline dear henry // [[republic of bob contents | imaginary pastime republic of bob]]