Okay I had the time before but not this week and this week is when I really wished it were clean. Goddamnit. Okay so I'll do it this weekend like I've been telling myself for about two months.
somewhere around the turn of the century, my room took on a life of its own. the piles of cloth and refuse in the corners began to multiply, to grow. and then socks started crawling across the floor, stealing the remote control, raiding the fridge at midnight. i'm just lucky to get in the door sometimes. the point is, it can't be stopped, it's too late. besides, the ties will get me if i try anything. string me up with an extension cord.
thats also a 'tip'. why not knock out the wall, and then get a dozer to lift it all/scrape it all out?. then rebuild the wall. itd be expensive yet throughly cleansing.
but it's still my stuff. i can't just throw it out, i need to wear that, damn it! just...beat it into submission, give it a bit of ironing, and try my best to avoid the nooses hanging from the ceiling.
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