can you dig it?

fleetwood dreams pt 1

one fortnight ago, i dreamed about a new product that hit the shelves of every store. it was on demand and everyone bought it because of all that buzz. commercials, those big billboards, you know the drill. so the product was this box, in all black with big quivering red letters that said: KNOW YOUR FUTURE SOUL MATE. and it had this recipe that told you how to make the one person perfect for you appear and interact with you for 15 minutes. and what the recipe asked for was bone marrow, a t-shirt, and olive oil to be pounded together via mortal and pestle. my perfect person turned out to be a bench with red velvet cushions and a crazy face on it. and i couldn’t, for the life of me, get rid of it. it kept following me around clunking around on four legs. thanks a lot brain.