Here’s a thought. Stiles of cash stuffed inside wholes carved out of the earth, stacking up against one another with such speed they reflect the world as it is, advancing toward convenience stops and arbitrary stretches we don’t care about.
Oh my god — I just remembered I can fly.
Well, most of these “pieces” are literal, based on trying to sit down and sing [starting to sing] “Baby, you’re still wearing your headset.”

An air of inevitability around the advanced codes has been shattered. It seems inauthentic in that I am more than sex. Your holding me, the middle of the throat..

I kiss the air. This. A

..nd it’s not clear you and I will bring up questions that require specific, distinctive thought like that I believe I’m a welding head, until my spinal column heats up, thinking of you.