A random cancer claw chisels heavy water beads from the heart of the Eighth Ocean. Your lotus mud, Dad. Every Byzantine business detail designed with a soporific motif in mind. Pool tables by the pool. Ping pong under floodlit royal palms.
Fountains gush uselessly beautiful toward a postcard sky.
Cinematic narcotic glitches computer generated hallucinogenics on the Bardo Channel. The winter is cold. The cold winter. It is cold in winter. In winter it is terribly cold.