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I did not want to walk up the steps. Why would one want to be bitten by a dirty house with pearly whites? Did you notice the green olympic rings in the driveway? Did you see the slumped baby racoon at the entryway? Is this house a metaphor for what happens when we pay careful attention to one aspect of our lives and neglect the rest?
“Hey look at me! See my pearly whites?”
Don’t look any closer though. It’s nasty over there.
I wonder what happened at the paint store that day…
Customer: “Hi, I’m painting my house. Want to give it a fresh new look.
Employee: “OK. What are you thinking?”
Customer: “Have you ever left pepto-bismal in your fridge too long?”
Employee: “Oh yes- I know the perfect swatch. We call it pepto-dismal. Sold out in the early ’90’s.”
This house depresses me. It’s like where college dreams go to die. Easier to laugh it off than do the work.
Dystopia. Apocalypse. Dawn of the Dead. Ordinary Life. Muted, dusty, stained and mundane.
Also, love the paradox – the house has a blemish on it’s third eye.
where rivers are born 