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Category: Life
'You smell like hallways…'
I buried my face in her soft belly as if to give her a kiddy-raspberry, briefly digging for her biological history, finding nothing. 'I don’t smell anything, but that’s not you it's me...years of spray-paint, smoking and oil-painting with noxious chemicals have stripped me of most of that sense anyway…' Then she says, '-maybe you smell nothing because I am nothing?' I doubted that, but she was oddly blank in a world of nasal push and pull.
Perfume to those with little to no sense of smell is perhaps even more captivating than the average experience of the absorption of scent. The other-day I followed, actually more like chased a woman through the court-district, driven mad by the usually series of ‘bulbs’ or ‘LEDs’(for those that know) flashing in my ‘visualization of the sense of…bio-nervous system reaction office”where the usual one-man falling-off the seat asleep shift was suddenly over-loaded and the ‘reasoning’ and ‘prioritizing of daily-events/calendar/ass-kicker office’ had to loan-out some dusty admin-staff to temp. I don’t know the smell, the brand or the original animal that secreted that resin, nor can describe it at all- but it had such a profound affect on me that I had to hurry to stay in her wake as she trundled along on her way to a sales meeting, no doubt just off or just about to bird from one high-powered something to another. She was moving fast, but my eyes are set in the front too- and creature to creature I could have probably tackled her I’d been willing to be lynched by the thousands of law-types, not to mention cops also on their lunch-breaks (being a modestly attractive and somewhat charming man allows me to tempt fate, others would already be cuffed by now).
My desire was powerful-strong, but it wasn’t her I wanted to chew like gum, it was the medicine she fumed- it seemed, from her very little-black-corporate-skirt-soul…Suskind only had a notion of the cannibalism I was almost reduced to. And as the 21st century man was silently falling from my frame, step for step it seemed- almost lucid-dream-like as she suddenly turned uphill, and downwind from me. What ebbed-back into my being there after was not the same man as before, I blinked, gulped in what little remained of the moment, and continued about my business of living. Like a invisible world of swirling radio-waves and subtle energies- these particles, little bits of other things freed by our relentless magic, are floating through-out our shared experience…driving, ducking and weaving their own dictionary's through time and space. Between you, and in-between me...take care in who you breathe!
12:53 AM
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