#mornings ramble

[mumblelard]

an ox-cart loaded with twenty bags of river or happy thursday imaginary constructs

last night i dreamt i had arms made of frozen fish, like tsukiji bluefin, and i battered them bloody trying, without success, to dig the precious objects out of a milky wall of ice

i dreamt someone i used to know drove my car through the open double doors of her failing shopfront, crushing the racks and cases against the walls, locking the doors behind her

i dreamt about a book i never owned

i dreamt about food that never arrived