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B.C.C.L.L


Here's a list of my favorite types of smells

I like the smell of

BLEACH

CLOROX

CIGARETTES

LEMON PLEDGE

WITH A BIT OF LYSOL IN THE AIR

add all these together and not only would you create a ticking time bomb

But you would be creating my home

Which is close to a ticking time bomb

I count the minutes everyday until i can go back home and explode

You might be wondering why these smells are my favorite

Though dangerous but favorites

My memories are all drenched by them

Like when I can back after fighting with my best friend and found the comfort of the aroma of bleach in the air telling me mamas home

Cloroxs remind me of when my cat tripped on a bunch of clorox wipes like a banana peel cartoon

And cigarettes remind me of weddings and my father

Well

They used to remind me of my father

But then he stopped few years later only to wait another few years and find cancer waiting for him behind our doors...

He beat it, he's fine.

Lemon pledge is not only a funny joke on family guy but to my actual family when they remember I fell butt naked across the floor in lemon pledge when I was five

the running naked was a dare not the falling in lemon pledge

And that bit of Lysol disinfectant spray still lingers my brain like how it lingered my halls when I came home after telling my best friend

who was in love with me for a year

that i'm just not that into him

Though I lost an important boy in my life, I can be comfort by some disinfectant spray!!

Like how I can be comfort by the fact that these memories won’t leave my brain

like a stain...even though they were all caused by cleaning products

and the occasional cigarettes

That I drag on too at times like how you drag onto my mind reminding me you’re gone  

Now you might be wondering "Why this bish huffing all this toxic shiz?"

Well maybe if I huffle and snuffle all of this like a snuffaluffagus with my big ass trunk

I can take myself back into happier times and feel that I'm home no matter what

Back into  simple times when I had no idea how important these scents will be to me

And no matter how much I try and look for other words to depict my definition of a home

It'll always be

Bleach

Clorox

Cigarettes

Lemon pledge

And a bit of Lysol in the air.

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