The Landlady Turned Rogue

back a small number of years thee diva of this domicile exhibited an aura, charisma, enigma…devoid of any guile boot of late turned a cold shoulder to me and I’ll avoid denigrating, haranguing, and lambasting said dell lisle la, whose avoidance behavior toward me – who goes a mile out of her way to ensure our paths do not cross – noah din nile per the above – well, perhaps a slight bit of hyperbole viz this, mine swift tailored, harried style per potpourri of puzzling perturbation evinced by said olde world germane German dame we lease this duplex treating us, as if we committed some egregious crime subsequently forced to stand trial viz aversion toward this convivial, frivolous and introspective chap methinks said realtor/renter joined a coven den where doe eyed zen of thieves occupy teaching rubric of mean-ness while taking appropriate and selective pages from play book of sarah palin, which tension unlikely to cease for the next nine months till the deed doth expire, where by this witch a taw hook cans ass (ours) will be freed of renting a long and fostered, roach and fox infested, century21 from once salient sympathetic ear this now manifested Scrooge like greed reminding us (essentially via cessation of any interaction), how she once did heed to our various and sundry travails – though neither myself nor spouse, the latter whose vociferousness regularly exudes loathsomeness toward key per, once a vouch saving storied angel without fail and indeed wife tis not shy to vent where a plethora of expletives lead rant and rave toward an impending crisis that will me send out an SOS ever felt compelled to join Hemlock society or drown sorrows in mead yet disappointment arises, when formerly positive dynamic now im peed did by reasons unbeknownst to me, who feels grateful ye chanced to read my babbling of poetically irrational from a regular Joe, who doth not sport Harris Tweed nor (despite any immediate intimations) doth newt smoke booze nor drink week.