Asian
Cardboard cylinder,
Pur-eh from the Asian shop.
Keep-things-in keepsake.
Used the first one to pack yule ornaments into.
The tree's home most of the year. Then into the closet. It only knows happy times.
Our dishwasher is lousy. Our sixth, in various apartments, the only one we can't get to work properly. So once in a while, we do dishes by hand, in waves. This is the last batch. After cleaning the fridge today, as well.
Air and light bad. Unbreathable murk, not even letting proper light through. Blue discernible directly above, thick smog down here. Moby doing a fine job ignoring.
Pur-eh from the Asian shop.
Keep-things-in keepsake.
Used the first one to pack yule ornaments into.
The tree's home most of the year. Then into the closet. It only knows happy times.
Our dishwasher is lousy. Our sixth, in various apartments, the only one we can't get to work properly. So once in a while, we do dishes by hand, in waves. This is the last batch. After cleaning the fridge today, as well.
Air and light bad. Unbreathable murk, not even letting proper light through. Blue discernible directly above, thick smog down here. Moby doing a fine job ignoring.
Labels: dribs, Pathetic poetry., Tea
Posted by Zhoen on Saturday, January 08, 2011
2 comments:
:)
When we first bought our major appliances in 2001 when we bought our first house I made a point to my wife that we should invest in a high quality dishwasher as I have had experience in my parents' house as to what a mediocre dishwasher can do. I'm really glad she agreed with me. Ten years old and still doing the satisfying job it did on day one.
No smog here, too windy.
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