Letting dirty laundry build up can be hazardous to your state of mind.

Poem.

Breathing real air for the first time in my life.

Dedicated to my tumble dryer!

Another ESS. This one, to me, is a representation of the brevity of purity. There are often tiems when it feels like all the bad in the world is washed away, but human nature will always prevail. Knowledge over perfection always.
I hope you enjoy, let me know how you interpret this poem.

Humorous poem about the need to do the laundry.

Poem.

Is this what it feels like to die?

A typical wash day.

A poem about greed and doing or rather not-doing the washing up.