In this place where we are all united by nation, but differentiated by odors, same by bodily features and functions but different by body hygiene. To some, or even to many in dressing areas in school, this object is sacred, this object is not present, THIS object is mindblowing to their human axilla. Oh inside an unmanned store, with a bunch of smeller fellers. You see a blue bottle of joy. Where it can come as a clay like texture or even a gelatinous texture. Used to ever so slightly extend the timer of the next time water and mandatory soap is slathered on your body like baby oil. Where it belongs on top the pits, but not an endless one, but one where many people tend to…forget, to leave a scent that is always to remember to those around thee.
If you seek the blue bottle, take it, nourish it, relish it with your body. Erase it like an error you’ve made on a sheet of paper. For it can be mightily detrimental to thy nose hairs in which may surround you in unprecedented spots or people. Beware though, another false bottle that sprays out like air freshener, would not freshen any air in the slightest. If those abundance of smells collide, it can cause something as lethal as tear gas, only this time for the snout. A few dabs would never hurt anyone, but a few sprays can cause absolute havoc. Get rid of the stench…
