# researcher henry swanson wasn't born in the londinum necropolis nor were they raised by ir workaholic asshole parents rather accidentally elf-released out of a cryogenic hypercorporate biosynth data-ninja growth vat deep inside a 'secrete underground research bass' direct from 'the near-future now' ok that may be a lot to take in for some in the 'republic of bob' but bare with us it should all start making sense any time now through ir untotal life-art and advanced internal chinese kung-fu practices they've attempted to explore and interrogate emergent issues around the reconstruction of radial subcultural difference sometimes they try to reach the same highs once had at university but none of that old stuff works well outside researchers laughing and being alive sure but not entirely free an entire planet spins endlessly through infinite post quantum zero point dark bioenergy space smoking that lousy front doormat grade northern rope listening intently to lob phish fsol electric era miles early eno and the floyd all on limited edition japanese format export remembering the compulsive telling of tall stories true about ir sci fi b-movie cheese role in quote 'project' guess there's little wrong with all such stories which aren't anything more or less than timeless polyversal notstory myths about dim hairless space apes ir humalien destiny among the stars in time as in that credible quiet scene in bullit with these two characters - who don't even seem to be talking about the strange limited time they have within recent events in ir own movie but more in some searingly poignant and polyversal fashion concerning raw biopsychedelic experience about being alive on distant conscious trans alien arc mother planet 'earth' // republic of bob