it’s 10 o’clock

“this kid i know, lost in the frontier and
he can’t find water, is tormented by a mirage” - j

“and the timing’s so bad” - brian mietz

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last night I had this dream
that I had to do battle with someone
and there was some ceremony to it that required
I have a great suit for the occasion

after some searching I found it in the closet
that was in the bedroom that I grew up in.

it was perfectly balanced in texture and color
some kind of tweed with ivory details and specks of lemongrass

i got into a typography battle with some kid
we were slinging words at each other
and they started to pile up.
it was like we were standing on either side of a waterfall
or on a leg
and the words would ensnare each other
the descenders from one would snag the open forms of the other
and our words would tangle and drop
they would have multiple syllables and the more the heavier the toss

so in the end
there was this tall structure of tangled mess
like twists steel i-beams
made from the words

my suit was fine, it was scuffed up like
i wore to work on refinishing a piece of furniture

his suit was torn in several places
and his hair was out of place as well

i think we were fighting over a girl
but there was no reward for winning

i learned the virtues of a wearing great clothes

and woke up i guess

when the shuffle lines up song after song thats just right

you let go of your mouse and the natural form of the mouse cord relaxes and pushes your cursor over a person’s name and their photo pops up in a tooltip as you’re thinking about them, as their song comes on the shuffle

as you hang up the phone from them

as you stub your toe

ministry - the missing.mp3