# the islington lemon another timeless suburban surrealist classic from the mindspace of fellow big scientist researcher dr. orloff krankenwagen a giant waxy lemon proudly sits behind a big wooden desk all day busy polishing its seat with its neon yellow arts the lemon stinks of artificial toilet cleaner and the smell infects everything around it this desk features a large set of rubber stamps hanging on rotating wooden stamp trees armed with these rubber stamps the lemon decides entire futures with callous casual no-necked 'vogonesque' efficiency impervious to common everyday pleas for humanity and compassion the lemon's single existential fear is 'two coins of dissimilar metals' once inserted with force say by heavily augmented biosynth data ninja the coins will instantly transform the lemon into a potent bioelectricity source one which fellow researcher of big science dr. orloff states could be used to re-evolutionize the 'working class merry go raum' which plays 'oh tannenbaum' as it revolves in which the usefulness of such a scenic concept as the islington lemon cannot be underestimated particularly for members of the mighty 'wolverhampton aqualung society' a group subculturally affiliated with 'big scientist rnd zaibatsu' the islington lemon both clearly represents and politically articulates the oversized impossibly sour symbolic essence of ruthlessly officious hyper bureaucracy the stunning hatred of despotic suits middle managers and other autocratic mini napoleons that rule endland with a slide rule and a smirk since the beginning of time whether elf appointed or otherwise unctuously and obsequiously licking the suppurating uranus of plutocracy so remember dear researcher for the sake of the republic of bob convert a lemon today expertly slice such neckless necks into a transparent sun glimmering garnish for sophisticated martinis // republic of bob