# that one researcher gulp they're so intensely beautiful please regard this lonely scientist in the veiled brightness of ir dull days alive with raw life passion and a forever-yearning midnight oversoul for elvischrist sake just once look over fondly in our general direction oh to plummet headfirst through such a sweet velvety whirlpool of suburban desire watching as dim insects buzz around frenziedly clapping swollen sacks between blocks of rapidly disappearing arctic ice in a constant frantic effort to cool off in ir presence fortunes in cherry flavoured antacids are spent each time they stand nearby sure they stay at the carnival late but they'll never win you an intense curiosity about potential forever unrequited emotion connection aches our mind and body if only we could reach out to that smooth ceramic neck curve we could forget the elf - enter a light and shiny world of chemical flavoured bourgeois social niceties its total conformity with the mainstream surface aesthetic standards of correctness or propriety what now oh - captain blandsome is taking more dead photographic images with ir fancy new digital consumer gadget the hateful drip little coin eyed toff; just look at them with ir new toy they probably print off professional-grade photos of ir own dim mug on non recycled marzipan scented bog paper they're so happy high on life they probably smile while sleeping in which one's slow ever smouldering annoyance for such vacant in-scene mimes feels akin to a slow black atomic wrecking ball swinging from the end of a mile long rusty iron chain straight from the mothering abyss zombiface chainslaw andor industrial coleslaw a gazillion such vat cloners they just keep on smiling; drop hot stickies on ir twitching idiot remains from low geosync orbit for safety they'll only turn up at the next lame party even more cheerful blank eyed and hateful heck fellow researcher henry swanson would gladly perform such a small quiet favour for realty at large and on general philosophical principle if they hadn't already more interesting rnd to engage with desperately wrenching and sad how such designer stink-weasels reduce all life to the ultimate greige level of daytime holo-tv what a drag - it's so hard to take the hardest button to button life must feel so slick and easy as a smug dim twodstick researcher of absurdity big science henry swanson: thing is while (generally speaking) unworthy of anyone's hatred we dislike the mere paper-written notion of them down to a vibratory superstring level here's a free survival tip sunshine boy stay out of our face or else you stand for everything polite 'lite' and offensively-non-offensive and the sheer mass that is 'big science' wishes you nothing but needless unceasing casual awkward inconvenience and cosmic embarrassment basically stop life-smirking you rancid little nerk; may your existential shoelaces break at every inopportune moment till the tragically unforeseen and bizarrely violet and darkly laughable end of idiotic days / daze // republic of bob