A vat of potted ingrown hairs obliterated to plastic in an air fryer left on for the duration of electricity
A network of therapeutic experiences subsumed under the guise of a wellness spa
Nothing bad happens here
Ruin being very close to transformation
Movement happens in one direction
Sensations are projected upon technical planes of composition, materials ascend toward sensation, material becomes sensation:
Drivingly chug forward on the right foot before catching the weight on the left foot flatly allowing the right heel to kickstand the rest of the headier weight before driving the left fist behind to cause the abdomen to throw the entire body into an exalted preparation for a jump that opens itself to the back of the room, the left palm open and right hand reacting to the melodic air, the monophonic refrain––
All of this happens in one direction
Everyone is specific, and this is ethical
A balmy breeze blows through your outstretched hand
Untrodden and unchewed your hand
Your hand which is also our hand
A beautiful lesbian takes your order
As you settle into your personalized experience
All creatures are willing to wait that intractable duration
For your eyes to become more listening than thinking
Your whimsy is lauded and has broken into the contemporary art market
You have an assistant who is in a happy and stable relationship and has never once thought of fucking you
Your hair is white, becoming that way at one point in time
All of your friends were born
And exist now, with you
The door to your house opens automatically using sensors tuned to your scent
You can turn on and off at will your pheromones
Desire coexists peacefully with love
You live an integrated life––shadow and not-shadow
There are no phones, there is no internet
And yet you receive millions of likes on your Instagram posts
Your stories are valued at over one million dollars
The characters, the psychosocial models
You create them
And they interact with you
Of their own accord
You are that interesting.
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