# the egg shaped boy scrambled up the tree nonmythic near-future origins of big science in which round stones beneath the earth have not yet spoken through the cold fire of cheap arts secondary uk education the freaky chemical stink of that unique crud they used to wash the floors with even now the merest memory of it still makes twisted stomach butterflies grow - the brain a dull squared black stone researcher henry: today while listening to a piece of dark psychedelic music from empty island endland we began to feel something within a private wish to articulate a specific mood that of a researcher running barefoot in ir head how we wanted to spread our arms heart open to embrace the whole ontological being in worldness of life in itself for itself except there is no itselfness only worlds without bounds distant speeding unintentionality horizons and vast high-desert landscapes covered in mesas and spiky low shrub-brush to take in and inwardly absorb into the soul true span and secrete nature of moon and stars ancient abandoned megacities sometimes with vast ships stuck through the upper floors of massive tower blocks tilted at an angle the unacceptable daily anguish of plain humalien existence from the lowest valley to the highest synthetic aspirations a quiet beautiful voice calls forth in and out of the whispering forest breeze but then it's gone and this tv dull idiot head snaps back again we find this tiresome elf inside the main biocomputing center on campus alone at 03:01sbt standard bass time cold student sweat stink and stale auto dispensed coffee we say out loud to nobody: if we could only fully express and manifest all we've felt whenever we stop to truly consider our truer wider situation of being alive here on earth spinning in space we suspect our heart would burst the impossibly ancient ruins of synthetic civilization would crumble back into life giving ocean of organic forever by whatever name endlanders prefer ir scientific fiction of daily life lived in concrete electronic mazes covers a large range of forms and styles and runs whole gamut clever bitterly whimsical 'lite' entertaining literary dangerously ironic pseudo satirical or cosmically sublime even sometimes funny and controversial but always unconventional monday mournings in such a displace can be troubling unsettling and weirdly predictable sometimes scenic events are enigmatic elusive ambiguous and often paradoxical more we stand in queues more we notice everything *sigh* this personalized pre post post data-calypso appears rich in implication and high in protein it can be tight precise compressed all inclusive fully immersive highly charged yet even at its best often feels blind and howls about one's inhuman condition in oblique seemingly profound ways cheap truths which alas cannot be seen as clearly in other more obvious ways way of all great alternative sci fi shinobi kung fu crocodile movies from endland's great bargain bucket bin like mystics in bali modem researchers eat up this kind of indiscernible schlock like psychedelic video candy elf satirically aggressive educational authority figurine: you researcher stand up henry swanson stands: er is it 42 authority figure angry: no wrong swanson: um what about answer 'b' then figurine of authority inflamed: insolent whelp - lack of respect wrong attitude failure to obey authority yield etc they'd been sitting in english class for ten minutes when a tall thin stranger strolls in and loudly states in a 'very french' accent they're the substitute teacher for the day another elf-styled wild grown wit from the back of the class immediately pipes up: excuse us mizzz where's our quote 'normal' teacher this particular fresh educational victim however has survived this kind of rodeo before: just be quiet and get on with the work you've been set five minutes later however swanson can't stop thinking about camels and how funny they seem and blurts out a laugh substitute teacher: you there stand up swanson gets up but then stands on ir chair and is immediately told to get down everyone in class laughs except the stand in they then ask swanson what's so funny years later swanson thinks they should of answered back: that we have to waste our lives here listening to undead farts while having the rare light of our biocosmic souls glacially drained by the hyper-bureaucratic vagaries of institution-induced terminal boredom ooh that surreal anarchic historical island impulse toward anti authoritarianism - but right now of course they say nothing the substitute tells swanson to sit down and then 'takes class' they get everyone to compose a sentence in which 'something is like something else' next lesson swanson finds out they've received an 'f' mark for ir obviously artistic efforts the now classic scenic encodification: 'the egg shaped boy scrambled up the tree' swanson found this funny as did ir best mate 'cool mike' for them this innocent phrase was more than enough so what that we gave this answer and it caused a fuss we were dolphins playing with dimensional bubble ring portals made in with and for entire living hyper organic polyverses rare barefoot freedom tearing away the calcified bony finger clutches of the uk adult undead and we're still running to this day you professionally mirthless dehydrated mothers // republic of bob