mambo_time unhinged the trumpets blare from the far side of the warehouse 'mambo time!' he calls out in his heavily inflected english he shakes his hips in figure eights i step out into the aisle at my end of the warehouse i shake my hips in the same way i point at ojos bonitos between us and he joins in hip_hop style for a few precious seconds the warehouse is overcome with mambo but then we all remember where we are mambo time over we all continue lifting building 211111 ... tender_square i love this piece. every (bitter)sweet second of it. 211111 ... unhinged on friday afternoons to celebrate the birth of the weekend at the bathroom mirror during my nightly hygiene at the busstop in the soaking rain in my sister's house thousands of miles away to get little butts in bed an easily inserted moment of joy to perk up the dreary this is my new gospel flung far and widd 211123 what's it to you? who go blather from