The flirtall is a vile demon born from the corrupted seeds of two inccubi. It thrives on lust & discord. The flirtall hides its hideous figure behind social media where it lurks to indiscriminately prey on the weak & vulnerable. The best way to vanquish a flirtall is by ignoring it. In dire circumstances when it is in full heat, its true phallus must be cut off. Doing so may prove to be a difficult task as the flirtall hides its true phallus behind its back in an ocean of pseudophalluses harvested from unwary victims.
#450. The most wonderful smells (for me)
1. When rain hits the earth after a long dry spell
(petrichor. Thanks Doctor Who)
2. Freshly mowed grass
(the smell of plants bleeding)
3. Fresh books
(must be the smell of dead trees and rugby used in the binding)
4. My own fart
(who doesn’t love the smell of their own brand?)
5. Armpits with deodorant
(Armpits or deodorant alone doesn’t smell just as good)
6. Coffee (typical)
7. Moldy books in libraries
(the sweet smell of ancient)
8. Insulin, betadine & alcohol
9. Success (a very distinct smell)
Maybe if I didn’t have tumblr on my phone, I would forget it entirely. Such talk is sacrilege but true.
Romantic would be sharing a pack of Yakult with somebody you really like on a rooftop or on the back of a pick-up truck while lying on your backs and gazing longingly up the vast starry night sky. It won’t matter what you talk about. Just being there together would be perfect enough.