15 April 2008


Why is it that I have display such negligence to the activity of filling a spotless, enamel bowl with my clothes, the ones that have acquired striations of dirt and the pungency of fecund activity, why do I shun the short run down the stairs into the haunted laundry room? The reward will be so great. Why? Why?

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