Collisions Between Yours Truly and the Missus

Collisions between yours truly and the missus Space at a premium in our apartment lettered and numbered b44 at Highland Manor, cuz the spouse heavily trends toward disorderliness. She readily admits her predilection to disavow being a neatnik, yet owns the capacity getting down to brass tacks to tidy up whenever the warden who rivals the military police announces requisite inspection. We dread unwelcome visits courtesy management triumvirate whereby anticipatory anxiety put on high alert, especially when management gives less than a week to critique admitted slovenliness, moreso linkedin with living social with the wife what seems like an eternity. Belongings strewn helter skelter no matter exhaustive effort I exert to wage futile effort analogous battling constant war upon messiness and duel against outsize dust bunnies that put up quite a fight. Squalid conditions (hyperbolic exaggerations incorporated to affect) unfit for man and/or beast, hence notion that rocks and rolls me noggin while furiously house cleaning on bended, limned, and wounded knees, thus positioned I pray to Unitarian divine manifestation, who doth administer enlightenment as planet earth rotates on its axis from west to east revealing scarred, pockmarked, battered landscape (Gaia weeps) once pristine virginal terrestrial firma paradise lost, where industrialization increased mayhem across oblate spheroid. Disproportionate possessions belonging to the wife haphazardly and higgledy-piggledy strewn represents the apotheosis of hugger mugger decor and on microcosmic scale bears witness to global capitulation and trademark signature of merciless exploitation assuaging insatiable gratification unanimously outsourced infamous execrable creature known as *****sapiens. Impossible mission to suppress and withhold married to counterpart who would most likely be aghast at aforementioned tattle tale told, yet any family member polled would attest wherever Harris family dwelled I lichen their trail to how tornado didst mold the landscape, nevertheless a steadfastness to remain married and hold dear significant other of two plus dozen years as precious as fine spun gold yet I daresay wishing to escape habituations of missus foremost (tra) reason abduction fills mine quite over active imagination please pardon moi being bold.