the battle of the boxes

yes, my beloved nonexistant readers, who i pummel incessantly with lyrical shit that mattereth not to anyone anywhere, we are winning the battle of the boxes.

the dead and wounded lay discarded in the carport. we have taken the bedrooms, with only one or two hangers-on. we have completely darthicized the bathrooms, no trace of the boxes remain. the living room is ours. the kitchen was taken with barely a fight. and we slowly eat our way into their reinforcements in the dining room and shed.

oh yes, my droogs and only friends, this is some kind of sardonic record. never in the history of my family have we managed to empty out boxes and make our house feel like a home so rapidly.

everything else in life toddles along more or less on an even keel.

so more bulletins as news warrants.

darth sardonic