life nothing but
that's great babes, i am really happy for you now that you can type again. it is your room and you can do whatever you like in your master chair.
how much light could you possibly need?
all these seats are facing you as a hall faces a stage.
what's playing at annie hall tonight? anything worth seeing? anything worth paying for?
it would be more proper, grammatically speaking, to begin the question with 'for'. for what is it worth paying? or for us is it worth paying. where it refers to admission. for what is admission worth paying? especially when one can jump the fence or sneak in the back door.
and you keep the tappity tap up.
are you ready for the ream of paper, the stream of consciousness, the endurance test, the never ending page, the falling asleep at the keyboard on the desk at work in the midst of an idea coming down onto the page as words structured, organised, ripped out of life, pressed through the conscious perception filter?