the snort.

i always miss philadelphia when i'm forced to abandon her for another and far inferior p-town. i miss how tall the buildings are and people watching and the food and the atrocious accents and the heat from the sidewalks and the water ice.
however, i must admit that there is one aspect of this dear city that i can never love. that putrid sour stench that leaks from the stagnant piss puddles between sidewalks. it wrestles my nose and even manages to smell when i breathe through my mouth. it is some sort of mutant hot lemon oil flecked with all that reeks.
so, from now on, i will pace the city with bells on my fingers and plugs in my nose.