# that one researcher gulp they're so intensely beautiful please regard this lonely scientist in the veiled brightness of their dull days alive with raw life passion and a forever yearning midnight oversoul for elvischrist sake just once look over fondly in our general direction oh to plummet headfirst through such a sweet velvety whirlpool of suburban desire watching as dim insects buzz around frenziedly clapping swollen sacks between blocks of rapidly disappearing arctic ice in a constant frantic effort to cool off in their presence fortunes in cherry flavored antacids are spent each time scientists stand nearby intense curiosity about potential kisses ache our mind and body if only we could reach out to that smooth ceramic neck curve we could forget the elf enter a light and shiny world of chemical flavored social niceties its total conformity with the mainstream surface aesthetic standards of correctness or propriety what now oh captain blandsome is taking more dead photographic images with their fancy new digital consumer gadget the hateful drip little coin eyed toff just look at them with their new toy they probably print off professional grade photos of their own dim mug on non recycled marzipan scented bog paper they're so happy high on life they probably smile while sleeping in which one's slow ever smoldering annoyance for such vacant in scene mimes feels akin to a slow black atomic wrecking ball swinging from the end of a mile long rusty iron chain straight from the mothering abyss zombiface chainslaw andor industrial coleslaw a gazillion such vat cloners they just keep on smiling drop hot stickies on their twitching idiot remains from low geosync orbit for safety they'll only turn up at the next lame party even more cheerful and blank eyed heck fellow researcher henry swanson would gladly perform such a small quiet favor for reality at large and on general philosophical principle if they hadn't more interesting rnd to engage with desperately wrenching and sad how such designer stink weasels reduce all life to the ultimate greige level of daytime holotv what a drag it's so hard to take the hardest button to button life must feel so slick and easy as a smug dim prat researcher of absurdity big science henry swanson: thing is while generally unworthy of anyone's hatred we dislike the mere paper written notion of them down to a vibratory superstring level here's a free tip sunshine boy stay out of our face or else you stand for everything lite polite and offensively non offensive and big science wishes you nothing but needless unceasing casual awkward inconvenience and cosmic embarrassment in other words stop life smirking you rancid little nerk may your existential shoelaces break at every inopportune moment till the tragically unforeseen and bizarrely violet and darkly laughable end of idiotic days / daze // [[republic of bob contents | imaginary pastime republic of bob]]