a fiesta of charms

perhaps wanting to taste the food I eat...
...Falu complained earlier on tonight that I was being too loud,
escalating his voice to a disdainful tenor until I promised to
quieten down...Maude would soon complain that I was being a
pushover to the point that I felt bludgeoned by a responsibility
to regain a certain feeling Falu has squandered on making a
point that was shielding from his ridiculous life, though I
wondered if it was opportune time to propose a distinct
compromise to Maude, sat on the green chair in front of the
window surely enjoying the wind blowing an assortment of
rubbish from house 89 across the street...it was only
momentarily that I left the room, the destitute bathroom a
footnote in a life that was picking up I thought, Maude, a good
shower, not a perfect shower but a good shower and a few
beers...though I arrived back and saw Falu, knife in hand,
stabbing Maude, teeth exposed along with black red
gums...Maude was soon at the edge of the bed in tatters,
without a semblance of thought I wrestled with Falu, who was
shouting, you crazy fool...we wrestled until I stabbed twice, he
immediately stopped, claret dripped onto the brown and gold
carpet...
...with Maude back up and running, I ate a tuna sandwich, a
little chorizo, though I’m not too fond of meat, the world needs
less meat eaters, and a tall glass of milk...the milk happened to
be a little off, but things could be worse, I thought...
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