littlegirllost

Dirty crazy hot city.
I am so in love with life.
In the woods in the woods in the woods in the woods
I am proud of the dirt I'm wearing, the way it colors my skin, how I got it. Train filth is special to me. It tells a story. I want to tell people stories, want them to smell my skin while the words settle into their consciousness. I am interactive, damnit. With a smell and a taste so different from yours!
We all absorb our environments and carry them with us, literally. Physically. My first boyfriend tasted always of fried chicken. The smell of moth balls emanated from grandma's pores.
I am sweat and grease and sugar and musk and sometimes, inexplicably, peppermint. My lover smells like cookie dough. His scent is a pure pleasure to me.
Black metal. Charging into battle. I feel so ready for anything, sometimes. I'm in a library in Pittsburgh right now. I should be in the middle of a riot. Or caught in the long, artificial beam of a spaceship. "Take me! Take me!" I have nothing else going on. I enjoy anal probes. I'll tell everyone I see about what happened, but no one will believe me, anyway. I promise you not a single person will believe me.