# last week at some generic awful campus party another ceramic plastic arts mother told swanson to be themselves and stop trying so hard they replied: and who's that exactly yo good question swanson a scenario in which it turns out henry swanson isn't any of the following devastatingly handsome wandering masterless taoist swordsman adventurer for hire compact urban midnight data ninja / swarthy undead hunter from the hinterlands / overwhelming fever lover lurid hypershamanistic techno visionary / post nietzschen alien overman / existential friend till the better end terminal anti genius zero hero / special edition cool dude / stinking underbridge creature or foolish passionate media puppet but rather simply always just less than nonthing // republic of bob