# like a pig when the moon is sad a by now timeless young interblack nets description concerning spanner dumb disposable pop idols those too often photographed with ir dirty media clown tongue hanging out simply brilliant in its descriptive power like standing on a clear green hill in the rain of one's old town right next to a freshly charged sentient stealth biosynth data ninja microlight ready to take off into retro 80s forever researcher henry swanson shivers: thankfully the description is not of a spiderpigthing // republic of bob