New York was cold, white, and busy. The streets were a blur with fast walking pedestrians dashing in all directions. How we could stand so still on the sidewalk without profanities being yelled at us was amazing. Frozen in time, we embraced for warmth and forever. I never saw his face; he was in front of me, and I behind, reaching my arms around his waist clasping my hands together at his belly. The back of his long wool military […]
Fitting that the day I wore this I found out our local drunken Santa was dead. I smell like booze and now I’m crying.
Categories: scents, snippets • Tags: Santa, slumberhouse sova
Wear MFK’s Absolue Pour Le Soir and you will know where the love went: into a 2.4 oz bottle for $185.
Categories: scents, sounds • Tags: Absolue Pour Le Soir, fragrance, Perfume, The Supremes
Had to reapply Comme des Garcons 2 Man so many times I’m calling it 2 Man Mass.
Categories: scents, snippets • Tags: cologne, comme de garcons, comme de garcons 2 Man, fragrance, Perfume
Your most painful, boner inducing pair of shoes, the ones with the peep toe and arch cleavage, will turn into pillows of sponge cake. Proceed.
Categories: scents, snippets • Tags: comme de garcons black, Eau de Toilette, Footwear, fragrance, Perfume, shoes, sponge cake
In the juice aisle at the supermarket, overdressed, oversprayed, and under-entertained: Brother #1: Let’s buy Tang, mom. LOOK! It comes in a pouch! Brother #2: WOW. Tang in a pouch? I like that – I REALLY LIKE THAT. Each picks up a box of Tang. Brother #1 grabs classic Orange. Brother #2 grabs Tropical. Each places their choice into the shopping cart. Mom: Boys, only one. You gotta pick one. The boys argue. Mom: You guys are […]
Categories: scents, stories • Tags: Family, humiecki & graef SKARB, Orange, Shopping cart, tang
My nose burns. Every orifice is leaking. I’m crying, pissing, and shitting. It all comes out easily, and it rarely comes out easily. I’m thirsty for water. I never drink water. I close my eyes to hold back the tears; they escape, along with thoughts of snorting coke off a baby’s freshly powdered tush. I smell baby everywhere – that sweet, milky scent that makes you want to keep the baby and bake cookies to celebrate. I’m still shitting. It’s […]
Categories: scents, stories • Tags: baby powder, Cocaine, Etat Libre d’Orange, Human nose, Odor, SÉCRÉTIONS MAGNIFIQUES
The carbon monoxide detector is functioning and quiet – same with the smoke detector – yet room after room is thick with phantoms. I run for my safety, for my life. I play my own heroine, taking the chinchillas, the sugar glider, and other important things (like an apple and lip gloss) to my car for a quick escape. I don’t have any money but I have thousands of dollars worth of clothing, shoes, and accessories. The escape becomes less quick. I […]
Categories: scents, stories • Tags: Carbon monoxide, Carbon monoxide detector, slumberhouse, slumberhouse jeke, Smoke detector, Smoke inhalation
For some unknown reason I spend the day confessing: to my penpal, to my blog, to myself. I watch all the movies I deny that I take pleasure in and state aloud, “I love this movie. It makes my heart sing. It makes me happy.” I tell my penpal about a plan to breakup with someone I’m not even with. I blog these mind blowing moments in my life and don’t do anything with them. They’re saved as drafts. A day is […]
Categories: scents, stories • Tags: Avignon, catholic, Comme Des Garçon, confession, Perfume
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