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The smell of mint and clorox steaming across the face, Under the epidermis, Flying in the room like swarming mad no-see-ums, Shooting up the nose and around the nasal hairs in blasts. A distant garble, advantage one. Pulling from limb and lattice of the mind, scavenging, advantage two. The prediction and observation, advantage three. Assertively convinced, advantage four. Being rooted, advantage five. The smell of mint and clorox, So patternless, So striving and belligerent.
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May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 6:26 PM UTC
the smell of mint and clorox (hoc loco informe)
The smell of mint and clorox steaming across the face, Under the epidermis, Flying in the room like swarming mad no-see-ums, Shooting up the nose and around the nasal hairs in blasts. A distant garble, advantage one. Pulling from limb and lattice of the mind, scavenging, advantage two. The prediction and observation, advantage three. Assertively convinced, advantage four. Being rooted, advantage five. The smell of mint and clorox, So patternless, So striving and belligerent.
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May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 6:26 PM UTC
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