# first earth researcher blue the slow miracle of managing to get up to face the bleary morning 'first they blew you then dry snapped your twiggy heart in two in that order' henry swanson: we first met them when they were doing ir a level academic tests they had this fit mate juicy lucy; corrr what a total fox swanson seriously fancied luce for several sweaty months before meeting ir best friend due to an extreme even perhaps criminally vulgar shyness and inexperience however were unable to judge how close we were to hooking up with 'the juice' - but we then started getting on real well with ir best friend and a few weeks later occurred that first legendary kiss we often still recall it as though it happened yesterday - on the corner of the corridor on the top floor next to the stairs before our next class which was 'geography' once more early autumn sunlight streams through the dusty window queue near-future retro 70's hippie lens flare effect they put ir sweet arm around us brought us in real close and our lips met an entirely new process inside of our soul flowered for the first time - a super novel and vitally important in the development of oh another broken researcher of science stars light up behind our eyes the up rushing of breath oh so much love-lust the next day in college however juice starts giving us a massive slab of frozen shoulder and won't even look in our direction we feel like rancid dung; turns out they fancied us for real and now thought we'd dumped them for ir best mate hang on researchers no need to fight there's plenty to go around sorry that was sexist - apologies lucy though mutual exploration would have been so fine this gorgeous super intelligent researcher never spoke to us again and now we're left with useless memories of what might of been that is to say rather than what we should be thinking about - which is betraying a close friend with our heavy handed insensitivity which substantially hurt ir feelings terminal boredom / super pert visions / vapid endlessness of suburban daytime nowhere holo-tv life no plot a virtually permanent stiff duck emerging from one's forehead and little substantial meaning but hey plenty of resulting rnd data to deep dive into at a later unconfirmed date all for std 'something to do' - though we were probably lucky we never got an std get it together swanson and by that we mean get your head out of your arts and far away from such useless 404 memory dumps // republic of bob