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Posted by Ted Promo on Feb-06-2016 03:42:

Smells

What kinda smells do you like? Which ones are you more like, "I don't like that,"? Are there smells you are impervious to? Sometimes the smell of kibble can cause a froth in me to boil.

There can be a metaphysical component to smells.

How are your hands smelling in this moment?

Posted by Alex on Feb-06-2016 04:33:

I can no longer smell anything because of cocaine and hoes.

Posted by AmberLea on Feb-06-2016 09:18:

Lavender, gardenia, fresh clothes out of the dryer, leather, cut grass & coffee.

Posted by Sushipunk on Feb-06-2016 10:35:

My hands smell like the concern a taxi driver has when you pay by card, and it doesn't go through the first time. A nervous sweat that shouldn't be there, but technologically remains. Deep down, he knows that my card - my spirit - is pure, but life pollutes everything. A second attempt is made, but the magic is lost, despite fulfilling payment in full. Please dad me, Ted.

Posted by Zoso on Feb-06-2016 15:50:

Crazy, but: the smell of fresh cut/rolled hay curing inside a barn...something about the combination of the hay and the earthen floor of the barn combined; fresh dirt and diesel...my maternal grandfather did custom bulldozer work for much of his life, and as a kid I was fascinated by the machinery, so that combination of smells sticks in my mind as pleasant for some reason. Damn, I'm nuts.

Posted by Syntonic on Feb-08-2016 06:42:

Freshly cut grass and being out in the woods after it rains.

Posted by Mr.Mystery on Feb-08-2016 13:04:

Smells would be a kickass nickname.

Posted by bamski on Feb-08-2016 18:27:

HODOR.

Posted by Ted Promo on Feb-09-2016 01:18:

Make way for the magenta placenta as it splatters with majesty upon the tile, spreading out in sinuous shapes as it is slurped up with a calm vigor from the rusty drain placed dead center in the crackling floor. The deadened smack of a rubber glove striking the bone on a wrist claps its sterile applause for a tortuous second as the lab-coated figure pivots with a sordid satiation, admiring the dim dissipation of the mother-load lapping listlessly out of existence, consuming an odd ember of an old flame he thought once extinguished, fiendishly wasping about inside that rubbery expanse between his temples. His lips peel back impishly in the shape of a smile, a reptilian tongue flicking across clenched incisors gilded with the goldenrod hue of lost lunches and smooth vomit. Her legs tremble like crumbling autumn leaves as the physician enters her, mimicking the aforementioned display with the drain quite sufficiently.

All for the smells down beneath. The spells she may beque(eath/eef).

Posted by ViceroySF on Mar-02-2016 07:04:

Smooth vomit FTW

How does one fiendishly wasp?

Hey I was blonde a long time ago, ok?

Posted by AmberLea on Mar-06-2016 00:36:

Light Blue by Dolce Gabana for men.

Posted by knowhope on Mar-06-2016 05:00:

Always enjoyed natural gas.