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Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Neurogenesis

The smell of rat
piss
will expand the mind
of girls.

Sex smells the same.

But I am no vermin
with a snooter
or dominant schnoz
roaming waves
of compressed
sex
tucked up in the armpit
of some turbulent
sigh.

I quit smoking and now all I smell is pollution and body odor.
All I smell is my brain growing again.
I smell like shit.

This only means I haven’t lost my mind.
Posted by Link at 10:53 PM

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