As I wait here
In the spa chair the presence of something beyond this is absent - completely gone. Heads are hear as they should be, nowhere else. Where to start, where to start? Meaning nothing sits between this and everything else. This is nobodies world. We are of the world. Drilling, sawing, filling, powder. Jet waves splash pristine blue water about. Rush. Prom shoes. Car charger. Don’t feel it anymore, go ahead - make it unreal. Spend the money and save the feelings for someone who actually gives a fuck. Purposeful , I think yes.
