Extra Mossy Dwellings
2008-01-03 - 11:29 p.m.

Encased in mopey salivation, and blended with a very moist sorrow, I grew a distaste for things on shelves. In ten minutes, every item that had formerly been shelved in my house was piled quite erotically on the floor. It was a majestic sight, my friend. Trinkets and boxes, candles and books, all piled on the floor like a strange lumpy breast.

Moments later, I realized my distaste for things on shelves had grown. I suddenly couldn't stand the thought for things in cupboards. So, of course, I had to take out all the dishes and photo albums and what-have-you, and toss it on top of the rest.

Soon I took every drawered item out of its drawer and added it to the growing pile. I had to drag all the furniture to the washroom in order to fit the huge pile. The skylight shone on the lamp in the toilet, and the sofa stuck out of the tub.

Finally, I emptied the closets of every jumper, cardigan, and shoe. A cozy-soft barrier topped the pile, and it was complete.

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