# taking a running leap right into the absurdity of the social one lands and flat splashes right into the deep end before gasping and clawing one's way to the side you're too often a useless wobbling git swanson unable to swim more than ten meters at a time you only received a 10m badge way back when you were ten even today you can only manage an uneven backstroke silently observe from the shallow side of the social gene pool while all the tanned slimline trendies cut effortlessly up and down the crystalline waters envision them effortlessly moving through the clear water of transparent and woefully insubstantial lives suddenly you witness the rare beauty move inside ir form hugging costume *gulp* you're reminded of certain cybernetic illustrations by legendary manga artists try not to stare as though you care - also accidentally noticing them stare at multiple existential leylines on your arms and chest you wonder what they think about such emotional markers and off-the-track marks if anything no it wasn't elf harmful you want to say rather an important symbolic experiment in semi-unconscious proto-shamanistic discovery and the cyber-tribal to mark the ever-fluid boundary between the mundane and magical polyworld - which is only ever one world an infinite unbound living ultra-realty of non-dual positively charged biopsychic voidness personal rites of passage while facing 'terminal boredom' head on and the existential depth pressure of everyday miserable uk half-life - cos it truly dread inner endland innit like such an explanation would remotely wash in a polite pink social pool like this - more careless esoteric sleeve notes for basement archives never to be thought of or used again but the nightly act of taking down field notes for intense rnd purposes you know a little something about for this is bright new day of deadpan low-rent comitragedy hyper-cosmic scale senses of spiralling fate that will always arrive once in your tawdry nowhere lifetime / lifeline // republic of bob