# party report from cheddar town another endlandian day dawns grey it's enough to make one spit but schmucks like researcher swanson go on ir listless merry way just putting up with it a false sunsets type scene continued based on continuing actual close quarters urban silver shinobi martial arts listening footage by henry you are now talking in: worthless party conversations us: yeah haha wowwowwow wow wow wow them: wow wow kinda wow wow wowwowwow wow blah us: we take it you don't do strangers in night then aha them smiling embarrassed: aha no we: hey that researcher in beige you were talking to earlier who was that thinking walking guat stain them: oh just someone we know from our underwater ski yoga class we think: if this was the neon data jungle we'd be wearing that tepid shmendrik's thigh bones through our nose skinny greige wearing little lance pencil neck geek a one researcher no guts loosing streak to midsville turn your head insect man your slippery leeching pubescent gaze isn't worthy of such raw astral beauty after underscore preacher: greetings impetuous rapscallion that is characterized by undue haste lack of thought or deliberation marked by violet force us: mate pass us another lite beer beigeboy meanwhile slithers over and whispers in ir ear: hey sweets is this sweaty researcher boring you slide over here and chat with us we're wearing expensive new greige ski pants look how they perfectly fit with our elf-perceived social demographic and our new bedside ultrasuede coffee maker as more than this by roxy music kicks in on a tinny corner stereo we wonder if it's possible for someone's head to flower like in classic vhs psi fi scanners for all the flying broody grey matter to obliterate everyone by thinking a single heavy thought 'ocean' / 'pangea' / 'desert' / tundra' / 'pacific' probably when it happens they'll say we knew that would happen and carry on sipping ir one calorie artisan lite beers we sigh as an existentially depressed wood pigeon and watch in smouldering dismay as captain greige carries them off with ir silver tongue and soft shiny manageable hair smug little urine weasel dribble we have come here liberator of worlds to oversee inherent elf deconstruction and implosion of all that is plastic fantastic - all that's false that you hold so dear and so tightly swanson to nobody in particular: our heart is unclaimed luggage on a baggage carousel in a large abandoned ballardian international airport orloff: memories of this place keep calling no benches or rest areas alongside night's true endless purple desert highway gosh that's techno romantic // republic of bob