stock room
9:34 a.m. & 2003-06-11

The sour sweet smell of garbage behind the scenes sickens and delights me all the same.

its a given; a comfort.

its a smell; a wretch.

the sickly hot air engulfs; it churns your stomach-- it numbs your senses.

Moldy waste and ruins greet me in the summer afternoons.

friendly decomposition.

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