Just empty the dust pan on the ground outside. It can only improve the appearance.
Cleaning really makes you notice all the bits so little nobody would notice unless they were actually cleaning. So be sure to leave a few discreet little piles of dust here and there, otherwise people coming home won't be able to notice.
The leftover bits of dust are there for contrast, to set off the swept up portions. It's just like a painting. Light and shade...
The bits under things are a carefully balanced ecosystem, and ought not be disturbed. Under the mat. Under the fridge. Under the bed. Under the pants. Under the roof.
Refuse has magical properties, and will form the most amazing shapes when left to its own devices: naval lint and slut's wool.
You don't clean because of what others will think. You clean because of what you think others will think. The others, meanwhile, are cleaning because of what they think you will think.
Arrange to have plenty of friends accidentally drop in while you are cleaning. It's rude to clean while friends are round, so you won't have to do any more cleaning. Plus it's nice to have friends round.
Once you start cleaning it can be hard to stop cleaning. This problem has an obvious solution.
House mess is a carefully ordered type of chaos that allows us to know where everything is. Cleaning is our way of losing everything all over again.
Nobody bothers tidying the majestic forest, and look how popular that is.
An object that has been dropped on the floor in a few weeks actually becomes the floor. No-one knows quite how this mysterious process happens.
What happens under the bed stays under the bed.
The bits under the cushions of sofas have powerful progenitive properties. If left to their own devices, they will eventually yield untold riches.
It is much easier to mess a tidy room than to tidy a messy room. In fact, even if left entirely on its own, a room will gradually fill with dust and mess itself.
A sublime mountain range is just a mess a few million years on.
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