Sunday, May 06, 2007

Blowing. Breathing. Brewing.

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.

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