company is coming so i started cleaning. funny the things you take on when you really get in the mood. there was a sticky mess on the wood floor in the linen closet - old cough syrup clumped in a dusty mass, greasy and stubborn but gone now.
reminds me of a woman i met once. twice actually. mike says she must have been dipped in vinegar somewhere along the way. put a red hat and some shorts on her and she'd be a garden gnome. hunched and crunched and tiny in her anger. tight muscles in her face like sailor's knots in a nasty storm that never ends. a cup half empty. a silver lining with a grey cloud.
what joy is there in that? joy should come from somewhere, but for some it comes in love and for some it comes in misery.
the more the deeper the better, no matter love or misery.
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