The Attic Of My Mind

It's Saturday today, all day. I have big plans for things long due. I ask myself, what do you say to tackling this, just me and you? I am a hoarder from way back and keep the dumbest things, but for the brain to truly track and plan, so that it sings it has to have, like toast that's buttered, the proper tenants, useful ones. This will not work if it is cluttered with ancient stuff and pain re-runs. So, while I AM deeply attached to cobwebs of this kind, they ought to be swiftly despatched from the attic of my mind. You see, my motive is ulterior, my reasoning pretty smart. My favourite tenant's prized interior is all of me - not just my heart. She'll have the run of our castle, so when I wander I would find her often without clutter hassle. I'll clean the attic of my mind. For: L