My wierd associations... the smell of phermaldahye engrossed intestines Of cows and horses drifts me back to his boyish good looks and polite way with me... The crush on my T.A. My wierd associations... The distinct, not-quite-there-smell Only in my Grandpa's basement Induces such tranquility and independence... Thoughts that I had, when I didn't know the meaning Of inhibition. My wierd associations... the smell of things that are no longer in existance I remember them although I can never again name them, But the feeling they induce in me Is clearer than the sites I see... Fear and misery, but I have no recollection why. My wierd associations...
Reason for writing:
it amazes me how a whif of something can send thousands of memories and thoughts charging through my head...
Birth sign: Gemini
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