The vacuum of my existence…
I'm in Dallas, TX. It's a business trip and I hope to be home tomorrow. I spent my day helping others... an amazing feat considering my mind was anywhere but here. With your feet in the air and your head on the ground... try this trick and spin it, yeah... your head will collapse... but there's nothing in it... and you'll ask yourself... At the end of the day I found myself sitting at an exclusive restaurant dining on venison from Denver presented in a fresh lingonberry sauce with fresh asparagus and some sort of potatoes dish that was exquisite. The service was magnificent. After dinner I enjoyed a fine Cuban cigar gifted to me from a colleague and a deeply expressive and peaty single malt. I realized quite abruptly that I have a good job and make a good living and I don't give two squirts of piss about any of it. It used to mean something more... something special. It was an accomplishment of hard work. It was providing for my family. Now, it is just passing time until I can sleep. I hear the overstuffed hotel pillows and layers of linen calling me. Maybe I can just stay asleep.
I was swimming in the Caribbean, Animals were hiding behind the rocks, Except the little fish, But they told me this is where it’s gonna talk to me honeybunny.
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