"B: House, what is your crime? H: I admit I was designed in blatant rectangles and even my windows..." July 19 2014
B: House, what is your crime?
H: I admit I was designed in blatant rectangles and even my windows contain 12 rectangles each a bitch to clean.
B: Should we move out of you?
H: I am gracious, I surround you, I have three exits, I will accommodate you but don’t tell me any more secrets till you repaint my walls and ceilings.
B: House you have too many but not enough doors.
H: And cease to drop the telephone on the floors, I have to sleep now you ought to go to bed too and by the way all those books make me seem smaller.
B: House, I am gay.
H: And I am too.
- Bernadette Mayer, “House & Bernadette” (via doskapozora)