Yuck. I need some form of deodorising thingies to put in my clothes hamper. I just sniffed one of my work shirts and it smells like stale burnt arse. I vaguely remember little linen baggies of dried lavender being used for something like that by old people when I was a kid. I don't mind my crap smelling like lavender. Stale burnt arse is something I'm beginning to mind.
Spirit Street
Inside a broken clock
Splashing the wine
With all the rain dogs.


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