Aug. 10th, 2005
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Aug. 10th, 2005 05:09 pmAbsinthe
imp: Mint, set to hit you in the face. burning sugar. liquour. something swirling and dizzy with the sweetness. this is a medicine that won't cure your ill. you take a swig of the liqour and accept the hard candied mint, so strong it clears your sinuses because there's no room for anything but mint, and you go down into the fresh cut hole, down into the tunnel with your high amp flashlight.
Wet: the hard clack of an ovoid mint in your teeth as you explore an old undergrond room, like a barrow grave, and the candy melts down to anise seeds, tasting of licorice. exposed roots from the tree above your head tangles in your hair, and you have to stop to unwind yourself from its grasp.
you spend a little extra time picking all the broken hairs off. you don't like the idea of just leaving them there.
later: sweet herbal pastilles and bitter poison. the combination is really quite cool. I'm not sure if it's the right thing for a perfume, but I like the smell.
imp: Mint, set to hit you in the face. burning sugar. liquour. something swirling and dizzy with the sweetness. this is a medicine that won't cure your ill. you take a swig of the liqour and accept the hard candied mint, so strong it clears your sinuses because there's no room for anything but mint, and you go down into the fresh cut hole, down into the tunnel with your high amp flashlight.
Wet: the hard clack of an ovoid mint in your teeth as you explore an old undergrond room, like a barrow grave, and the candy melts down to anise seeds, tasting of licorice. exposed roots from the tree above your head tangles in your hair, and you have to stop to unwind yourself from its grasp.
you spend a little extra time picking all the broken hairs off. you don't like the idea of just leaving them there.
later: sweet herbal pastilles and bitter poison. the combination is really quite cool. I'm not sure if it's the right thing for a perfume, but I like the smell.