27th
Here’s my stench, oh crowded universe
A mind is like a High School locker on a Monday morning. You open it up and the stank sort of punches you in the nose hairs. Holy shit! What the hell is in there? Sweaty gym socks and dirty shoes… A 30-year-old text book complete with funky text book odor… half a moldy bologna sandwich… a loogie someone hocked through the air slots… mmm! Cheetos!
Anyway, that sucker needs to be aired-out. Eventually you just have to unleash that stench out into the universe that is the crowded hallway, drag that giant rolling trash can up to your dented, metal door and start figuring out what in that collection of neglection is salvageable. Salvage that. Make amends to it. Beautify it. And chuck the rest.
Good Lord! Chuck the hell out of it!
If you should happen to be in the vicinity of my unleashed putrescence, I do apologize for the stench. Feel free to plug your nose and keep moving.
