A mess is just a river. Like a wave made of particles, dude. All we are is dust floating in a breeze. And sometimes, that dust is gathered into a storage unit. And we become real. And then, back to dust. Whoa, right? Whoa.
Ends on September 2 at 9AM CT
The more of your mess you put in bins and such, the cleaner of a place you'll have. And the cleaner your place, the most sophisticated you'll seem. Easier than buying a fedora.