****! that scent of soap and spring nearing its end is still ****** my nostrils!
a few days ago? i was lodged in an "arson" plot... my neighbour was trying to make a bonfire... oh you know... burn a mattress... a television... and some other ****, i can't even begin to fathom to remember... he's was like... why isn't this turpentine substitute i soaked the mattress with lighting up? so i suggested... you need something lighter... thin paper... toilet paper... so his mom gave us some toilet paper... he soaked the roll with the ναφθα... then lit it... phooo! talk about going to a hairdresser... the ******* bonfire smoked... and smoked... he he he... flames as black as the eye's pupil... thick dark smoke... i mean... who the **** starts a bonfire with *white spirit?, naphtha? but i helped him get it going... obviously the fire-brigade showed their faces after less than an hour, after my next door-neighour called them in... what, with electrical equipment being thrown into the spectacle? who's surprised? b'ah ah ha ha ha... **** me, the smoke... it almost looked like some jinn puffing out hookah smoke in pandemonium... like my tendency to: stick my hand out, while sitting on the windowsill, to see if it's raining (heaphones... can't hear for ****)... this girl ahead of me, while i was walking to the supermarket for ***... tight jeans... leather jacket... nice ***... she stretches her hand out... checks if it's raining... ah, dear child... i do what you just did... when i'm under a roof... in a room... fair enough though... ah **** me... the memory of that bonfire, and how i started it... informing my neighbour... soak some toilet paper in the flammable... thoo! ****! fire and smoke to hide the ******* shard... if you really wanted it to be described that way. ha ha.