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The crazy assed things we did, young and in pain
Not regretting them, once having made good
Regretting their loss, old & in pain
I generally need someone to look me straight in the eyes and slap me hard across the face when I start looking back, like that. >.<
Living a life of no regrets >>> a life of nothing but regrets. Needs a full stop.
Six. Vent.
I am picking up a collection of smelling like things I do not like. Earlier it was wet cow. Now it’s wet feathers. Overlaid across it all is the horrible metal tang of either fear, vomit, or both... melded with the absolutely delightful musty smell of disuse and long decay that’s probably mostly due to mold, and partly due to things we shall not think about. It could clearly be worse. There could be fresh decay, or wet dog, or potpourri. But under the circumstances I am just more than a little bit irked.
Smells I like include spice and cedar and jasmine; whisky, clean leather, sunshine, and snow; sandalwood, horses, fresh hay, clean water, soap, sex, sunscreen, lemon magnolias, lemon grass, clove spiked oranges, hot chocolate, bourbon vanilla, cinnamon... hell... sometimes even tarmac & jet fuel. I would rather smell of any of those.... but nooooooooo.
It could be worse. There are at least 3 levels of worse it could be and isn’t. So I should stop bitching. But I’m not going to. >.<
Not regretting them, once having made good
Regretting their loss, old & in pain
I generally need someone to look me straight in the eyes and slap me hard across the face when I start looking back, like that. >.<
Living a life of no regrets >>> a life of nothing but regrets. Needs a full stop.
Six. Vent.
I am picking up a collection of smelling like things I do not like. Earlier it was wet cow. Now it’s wet feathers. Overlaid across it all is the horrible metal tang of either fear, vomit, or both... melded with the absolutely delightful musty smell of disuse and long decay that’s probably mostly due to mold, and partly due to things we shall not think about. It could clearly be worse. There could be fresh decay, or wet dog, or potpourri. But under the circumstances I am just more than a little bit irked.
Smells I like include spice and cedar and jasmine; whisky, clean leather, sunshine, and snow; sandalwood, horses, fresh hay, clean water, soap, sex, sunscreen, lemon magnolias, lemon grass, clove spiked oranges, hot chocolate, bourbon vanilla, cinnamon... hell... sometimes even tarmac & jet fuel. I would rather smell of any of those.... but nooooooooo.
It could be worse. There are at least 3 levels of worse it could be and isn’t. So I should stop bitching. But I’m not going to. >.<
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