That couch won't clean itself.

[bisonbison]

This post is only partly for love. Relentless, merciless love. Rolling, sailing, kiting, tumbling love grinding and rolling over bystanders.

Stand back, here comes love. And not just smooches and snuggles. Unabridged, brutal happy kissles and smudgens.

I'm left to advertise the pokey and gamboling stilted tilting staggers, the mild overwhelming flush, the jiggling foolish backslappering communion of grins.

Parley or bargain, but bat aside the tired, soft, indifferent charming ornaments, lie prone in the path and never decline the lazy ramble downhill to the better older glowing friendly menace den of care.



You heard me. Get out of the house, it's a beautiful day.