It's a morning of writing ranty emails about class warfare. It's a morning of unpacking and washing of last week's moldy dishes. And of hanging up things and throwing things out. The paying of bills and the filing of files.
I'm bleaching the trash cans and litter box. Everything smells nasty in here. It's hard for me to be a force against entropy, because Entropy is my patron goddess and her primordial chaos flows through my veins and my poetic-lymphatic system.
Still: bleach.
Just this past Sunday I was listening to a woman describe how Chaos and Order are "in love. They're in love with each other. They want each other," in a strange spaced out breathy voice.
Give into the love. Let love grow. :-P In my house I think Chaos and Order have some pretty big lovers' spats.
Posted by: sparkle | August 10, 2004 at 12:52 PM