An Approaching Something
Can you guess what it is? Dew. That is its smell. Like a pristine dew beside a stagnant lake of water. Nature's yawn, peppered with a highly reaking metallic decadent odor. The end result smells like a sack of rotting pigeons dipped in cheese, with a hint of deodorant sprinkled on it. It's morning,... Sign in to see full entry.