Over the past week, my scent has changed. I smell of stale cigarettes and communal sweat. I smell like a million bucks stuck in a sewage line. I smell of desperation.
Ambition.
(confusion)
Resolve.
(regression)
A seismic shift in the seasons.
( ... )
I smell very different these days.
Sunday, May 06, 2007
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