manic you so manic

manic you so manic in the morning why you so up so goddamn early experience translated through a filter of individuality/panic (what you smell like at this time of day and is my smell in there too?) sounds all tinny muffled far away no highs or lows fewer dimensions than I'm used to compressed, cannot place the voz, locate the site, I'm all bumping around in here all stumbling n shit flutterbumping up against walls with my fingers

in my eyes; smells do not manifest in three dimensions, really, they are more infinite than that, poking in your nostrils tickling hairs up into your brain and back in time past the moment of your birth—smells are hardwired into the infinite spacetime curve of the universe and your most embarrassingest and most happiest bare-assed moments ever;

if we could understand smells on a cognitive level they would tell us approximately where we've been and exactly where we're going, you and me—

"Listen: If you really want me, then you will stop wearing deodorant, you will not bathe for several days, you will grab me by my hair and shove my face into your armpits, and between your legs, you will unmask yourself for me."