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The smell of the air after it rains... Or while it's
raining in Seattle. The death of your dog, the death of your relatives. A walk in the
woods. A swim in a lake. The feel of hot sand between your fingers. An egg burnt for
breakfast. The smell of erasers. The curiosities of the president. The memories of
childhood. The struggles of finance. The wanting for more. The lust unfettered. The poison
ivy. The pens and the pencils. The Darkroom. The cars. The speed at which they go. The
comfort they offer, traveling way too fast down a dirty back road. The eternally
interesting curvature of a perfectly designed ass. The smell of freshly cut hay. The
surprise of a dead dog on the highway. The reality of infidelity. The sacred oxygen taken
lightly. Anticipation. Failure. Disapproval. Fatigue. Alleged love. Perceived love. A mans
leg laying in the street several feet from his thrashing torso. A chipmunk. A three
hundred year old tree. A cracked windshield. The distrustful look of the security guard at
the mall. A drunken clown in a parade. Children touching their mothers nipples. Mail
delivered to the wrong address. Misdirected desire. Lactation. Menstruation. Castration.
Masturbation. Defenistration. Application. G.I. Joe the doll. Wearing women's panties.
Using a worn out pen. Cutting with dull scissors. Drinking from a dirty glass. Eating a
pussy full of someone else's cum. Lying in a field of tall grass. Hearing a bumble bee and
not getting stung by one. Smashing a mosquito full of your own blood. Taking turns fucking
a minor at the lake. Driving drunk. Walking drunk. Dancing drunk. Fucking drunk. Sleeping
on the beach. Driving across America. Fishing. Lying. Waiting till tomorrow. Never.
Always. Sometimes. Now. Jotting down memories. Hearing the screen door slam. Skipping the
bottom two steps. Running a bath. Looking down at the funeral. Tripping on the sidewalk
with bare feet in summer. Shoveling snow. Burning ants with a magnifying glass. Shooting
at birds. Running away from home. Wedding day. Reloading your own shells. Attending Scout
meetings. Growing hair. Shaving beards. Looking through the peephole. Trying on new
clothes. Climbing too high on the ladder. Getting hit by a car while riding a bike.
Falling, getting, tripping, stumbling... Into love. Unemployment. Disembowelment.
Accouterment. Compliment. The deafening sound of the river. The taste of blood. Keyboard
fears. Playing and singing in front of an audience. Sex outside your race. Riding a bike
too far. Rowing a boat. Leaning over a sink to brush your teeth to find your nose inches
from an ash tray. Trapped in a small car with a bad fart. Sore genitalia. Mother whispers.
Threats. Treatises. Commodities. Allegations. Fear of heights. Walking down the middle of
the road. Touching that breast for the first time. The pungent smell of the trash on a hot
summer day. The color gray of winter. The cold. The empty. The old. The frumpy. The
Midwest. Numbers. Personal Identification Numbers. Account numbers. Phone numbers.
Digital. Rectal. Exam. Plunders. The smell of new sawdust. A splinter that you don't mind.
A firm banana. Full lips. Running on sand. Walking on glass. Sitting on wasps. Blowing
bubbles. Butt malt. Foot pah. Marinated Tofu. Boredom, the edge of discovery. Wet socks.
Canoeing at midnight. Sleeping in transit. Wailing in protest. Surely you jest. Just like
the rest. Leaving the new place. Swallowing pride. Setting goals. Finding new horizons.
Staying in stride. Just like the bride. Let's go for a ride. County fair. Blond hair. Lady
dare. Rubbed me rare. Sheep. Cows. Swine. Fries with malt vinegar. Waffle cones. Never
heard of a scone. Leave me alone. Gentle sway of a small back. Round of a mouth. Gnash of
teeth. Nails down the back.
Living then dying.
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