Cleaning the last dish was also the biggest chore. Placing the last of it, I washed my hands free of the grime and oil. Dirty...
Looking at the trash - the waste, I felt sick.
My mind wondered - it always did. The usual haunts.
A minute hole in the obscurity that is the web, I find solace to essentially B!tch as though it were a a necessity. Here I shall un-bottle thy self
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