You could easily survey with your eyes the entire house you arrive into and tell that its occupants either have turned their eyes blind on its upkeep or simply did not have respectable care for the place you loaned them as home for a good nine years almost. You could quickly spot the built up stains on the walls everywhere. Especially annoying with this ‘eye-walk’ are the spattered stains and marks you could not miss (from who knows where they came from), and the grime around the kitchen sink, the tiled counters surrounding it, and the splatter areas where an old stove and mini cookers sit. You could not likewise miss the almost diminished caulking between tile work, now replaced by an utterly ugly mix of dirt and grease. You almost do not want your skin to get nowhere near it thinking it might send you to your sickbed. You make it a point to slug that scene off, and then you force your eyes to roam somewhere else, but they anyway end up scrutinizing ledges all around the now vacant space thick with dust; aged dust, that is, which almost appears as if it were an intentional paint design now. Windows into which you look have the same sorry lot. Seeing through it is a chore because of the barrier stamp, cloud-like, and permanently-etched film that found its niche there for good. Cupboards and cabinets, where they stand, have the same unspeakable state of neglect and abuse. Worse … and far-sickening than all you’ve found is your discovery of a 'corner roach motel' at the top-most part of a wardrobe drawer, along with far settled inch-thick dust. You could almost understand the meaningless question constructs ofWhy's, or How’s this battered condition of the house came to be. You might as well drop the search for answers to utter neglect you encounter. You best not even ask. If you want to use again this house you find in bleak care and disarray, you best get boldly committed to work with your energy boosters and hands. Realize too that the chore ahead does take time to accomplish!
Friday, April 17, 2015
Dirt-Shock
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You could easily survey with your eyes the entire house you arrive into and tell that its occupants either have turned their eyes blind on its upkeep or simply did not have respectable care for the place you loaned them as home for a good nine years almost. You could quickly spot the built up stains on the walls everywhere. Especially annoying with this ‘eye-walk’ are the spattered stains and marks you could not miss (from who knows where they came from), and the grime around the kitchen sink, the tiled counters surrounding it, and the splatter areas where an old stove and mini cookers sit. You could not likewise miss the almost diminished caulking between tile work, now replaced by an utterly ugly mix of dirt and grease. You almost do not want your skin to get nowhere near it thinking it might send you to your sickbed. You make it a point to slug that scene off, and then you force your eyes to roam somewhere else, but they anyway end up scrutinizing ledges all around the now vacant space thick with dust; aged dust, that is, which almost appears as if it were an intentional paint design now. Windows into which you look have the same sorry lot. Seeing through it is a chore because of the barrier stamp, cloud-like, and permanently-etched film that found its niche there for good. Cupboards and cabinets, where they stand, have the same unspeakable state of neglect and abuse. Worse … and far-sickening than all you’ve found is your discovery of a 'corner roach motel' at the top-most part of a wardrobe drawer, along with far settled inch-thick dust. You could almost understand the meaningless question constructs ofWhy's, or How’s this battered condition of the house came to be. You might as well drop the search for answers to utter neglect you encounter. You best not even ask. If you want to use again this house you find in bleak care and disarray, you best get boldly committed to work with your energy boosters and hands. Realize too that the chore ahead does take time to accomplish!
You could easily survey with your eyes the entire house you arrive into and tell that its occupants either have turned their eyes blind on its upkeep or simply did not have respectable care for the place you loaned them as home for a good nine years almost. You could quickly spot the built up stains on the walls everywhere. Especially annoying with this ‘eye-walk’ are the spattered stains and marks you could not miss (from who knows where they came from), and the grime around the kitchen sink, the tiled counters surrounding it, and the splatter areas where an old stove and mini cookers sit. You could not likewise miss the almost diminished caulking between tile work, now replaced by an utterly ugly mix of dirt and grease. You almost do not want your skin to get nowhere near it thinking it might send you to your sickbed. You make it a point to slug that scene off, and then you force your eyes to roam somewhere else, but they anyway end up scrutinizing ledges all around the now vacant space thick with dust; aged dust, that is, which almost appears as if it were an intentional paint design now. Windows into which you look have the same sorry lot. Seeing through it is a chore because of the barrier stamp, cloud-like, and permanently-etched film that found its niche there for good. Cupboards and cabinets, where they stand, have the same unspeakable state of neglect and abuse. Worse … and far-sickening than all you’ve found is your discovery of a 'corner roach motel' at the top-most part of a wardrobe drawer, along with far settled inch-thick dust. You could almost understand the meaningless question constructs ofWhy's, or How’s this battered condition of the house came to be. You might as well drop the search for answers to utter neglect you encounter. You best not even ask. If you want to use again this house you find in bleak care and disarray, you best get boldly committed to work with your energy boosters and hands. Realize too that the chore ahead does take time to accomplish!
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