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i dreamt the other night about tony blair.

he was standing in the middle of a room wearing a black and white shirt that was patterned similarly to shirts that come from new mexico. it had a high neck, like a priest's shirt, and had bits of silver in it too.

i went up to him and tried to give him a friendly hug. he was quite small and, when i approached, he crumbled to the ground like a sack of potatoes. he laid on the ground for a bit and we eventually found ourselves sitting in those overgrown chairs that one sees in presidential interviews. we sat there and talked about politics.

for a long time he was explaining to me how playing the guitar and developing foreign policy were so very similar. i think he was trying to show that they both required one to be a bit inventive but i didn't quite make the connection. i woke up.




the man i drempt about