Smells Like... What?

The gentle gush of wind through the window of a loft where a depressed and hungry artist slowly reaches up off the floor to paint an insecure stroke of yellow over a dark blue section of an amateurish work depicting a drowning Icelandic sailor smells of a man who can't deal with lifes complexities and daliy drudgery although he does do a good job of faking it by pouring another glass of jack daniels into the dirty glass while contemplating what the future and what his ex-wifes actions have done to him.

Edited by crimhead - July 21 2008 at 21:12

The galloping ibex approaching the revolving doors of an insignificant public library while lightbulb people prance around outside trying to find all the sky pieces of a 1-to-1 scale jigsaw puzzle of the Earth smells of a avant gard artists attempt to go beyond the medium in which he works in to expand his horizons and quite possibly his pocketbook but sadly this will not come to pass until many years after his death.

An unlucky ice fisherman who chooses his spot randomly, drills a hole, sits there for three minutes not getting any fish, decides to change the spot, drills another hole, sits there for three minutes, changes the spot again and keeps changing the spot until the sun goes down and the night wind blows away his dreams smells like the tiny piece of mineral residue that you get when leaving a bottle of evian water with the top unscrewed left in the sun for several days to evapourate by natural means while a marching band plays the songs of Gershwin in a nearby park.

The escaping moment of happiness one feels when looking really carefully at the last sparks of flames rising high above the smouldering garden of our forgotten youth smells like an attempt from Phil Collins to do a cover song from Magma's Mekanïk Destruktïw Kommandöh with english lyrics and bagpipes.

An oven turned to full with chicken slowly burning inside while water bottles rattle in a cage inside secret CIA laboratories smells of a governments failed plan to appease and control the masses through random radio,TV and newspaper stories on how great life is and how there are no worries of terrorists,high inflation or gasoline prices.

The imaginary smell of pizza which makes me want to write something shorter than the person who wrote before me smells of the joy and jubulation of the man as he listens to the coins fall into the bucket of his slot machine all the while not realizing that he's spent the entire sum of  money of his childs college education to win a $600 dollar jackpot.

A men's room that hasn't been cleaned for 3 years smells like the Just for Fun forum.

The joy and freedom that people from all over the world feel when they share their thoughts and inner secrets smells like some new age hippie nonsense.

Toast smells like a quirky red-haired girl standing in the middle of a wheat field pretending to whistle some quiet part of Shostakovich's 7th symphony but really just whistling some funny melody she made up earlier that day when drinking milkshake at an outdoor cafe.

The pile of sun-washed pancakes cut into the shape of octagons floating in an enlarged vat of dairy cream and vegetable oils just waiting for the nose of a curious giraffe to pop in so that they can enjoy the longest ride to a stomach they could possibly ever imagine smells of a complex and truly original description of any smell that someone could imagine or come across in their daily lives.