Now, I may be somewhat cracked (and it's a matter of opinion among those who know and tolerate me) but that's nothing compared to the cracks in the foundation of the house where I reside at the moment. Not my house and definitely not my home but it's where I keep my stuff right now and where my creatures are. That would make it my residence, technically speaking.
It's cracked (the basement floor) and the cracks keep changing shape. Trying not to think about it doesn't help much. Things, not always what they seem. People can cause all sorts of mayhem to their surroundings by their thoughts and actions and it's really hard to live in the middle of such a situation. I tell ya, people, the things I've seen would turn your hair gray and give you the willies.
Oh well, at least my makeup foundation is without cracks. Mostly.
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