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All of your brain cells rotting from weed, feeling like if you ain't got it life's not as complete.
The room stank of semen and smoke and sweat and whiskey, of old carpet and sour hay, saddle leather, shit and cheap soap.
Jacob: I've never seen so much manure. Wade: Baggage stock horses. They pack'em in 27 a car. Jacob: how do you stand the smell? Wade: what smell?
The night stank and was loud with flies.
breathing then, for
A man ... needs to get out in the open air and sweat and blow off the stink.
Living, it's awful for me.
the rank and melancholy smell of charred wet wood and sodden leaves coming towards me on a wisp of air.
Feeling my own humiliation in my heart like the sharp prick of a needle.
The place smelled of mildew and rot. What
The dreadful burden of having nothing to do.
Sleepwalking down the hall like a firefly in the fog.
I'm just an old man and I smell bad, remember?
Something stinks here, and this time, it's not just him.
Man's wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.
but there was a queer, acrid smell about.
The stench of impurity before God and the angels is so great, that no stench in the world can equal it.
I haven't been home for years. My mother's lack of a filter.
If you think you stink, you probably do.Stink-- Buddy Rich
An oppressive odor of decay now mingled with the stench of mold and seemed to clutch at the very breath in their lungs.
Just kissing my girl,
Repooping is the purest form of pooping
Evil smelled like nothing else, worse than a rotting corpse, worse than sewage and disease, more vile than the fumes that billowed from modern machinery, more cloying than the shame of drunken whores.
The unpleasant, acrid smell of burnt poetry.
Sitting on a sofa that smelled like an earlier era
Aching and knowing that there was nothing worse in the whole, wide world than the death of hope.
The rottenness of the matter which is the foundation of everything!
It's called ergot. Smell
What smells so? Has somebody been burning a Rag, or is there a Dead Mule in the Back yard? No, the Man is Smoking a Five-Cent Cigar.
Snot is running down his nose, greasy fingers, smearing shabby clothes.
The stench of the trail of Ego in our History. It is ego - ego, the fountain cry, origin, sole source of war.
Pain gettin' cum spackle out of your pubes once it dries solid, you know.
Smell shit when one's bragging.
That strong, grassy smell, raw milk in a tin cup.
Duh, Winning!!!!
(hhahaha)
Childhood smells of perfume and brownies.
My love life doesn't stink; it's nonexistent.
God, it stinks," I said, hand over my nose as he pulled me into a long step. Al strode forward, head high. "It's the stench of bureaucracy, my itchy-witch, and why I chose to go into human resources when but a wee lad.
Coming and then there wasn't even time for gas and
If you don't smell nice before the game, it's going to be pretty bad during and after.
It was like shoveling smoke.
a total fucking gas
You must put the odor of the human body into images describe for me the implacable, the egoistic, the sensual, the cruel there are nothing but disgusting people in this world.
The air was a malodorous broth, and all labored to inhale it. The
telling. I thought I knew this
The place smelled of smoke and sweat, of spilled drinks and sprayed vomit, of desperation and wasted chances
The familiar smells of a busy tavern at an hour closer to dawn than dinner. Sweat, scalded meat, puke, blood, smoke, and a dozen kinds of bad ale and wine: the bouquet of the civilized nightlife.
I stopped and filled my lungs, smelling Africa - smelling dust, woodsmoke, a perfume from a flower, something musty, something decaying.
contemptuous cough
From every Englishman emanates a kind of gas, the deadly choke-damp of boredom.
The dusk reeks of fornication and bad consciences.
How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we've had?
Are you smellin' what I'm steppin' in?
I don't know. Everything. Living. Smoking.
When we kill our desires we stink like any corpse.
Feeling so gay, feeling so gay.
The insupportable labor of doing nothing.
Life stinks, but that doesn't mean you don't enjoy it.
You smell of cheap cigarettes and dirty sex.
I love the smell of emissions
A very ancient and fish-like smell.
It is one of those big-smelling days, when people bring the outdoors in with them, the scent of rain on their sleeves, in their hair.
...Life is nothing but trading smells.
This stinks like a roadkill skunk.
Which one worse: armpits or breath? Surely, the latter; but the unwashed inferno of his crotch and ass stank worst of all. "Y'all
The air smelled of blood, sweat, and anger.
Whether with a lover or none. i reek of love. i stink of love.
When you stay too long in the same place, things and people go to pot on you, they rot and start stinking for your special benefit.
Gettin high, livin' everday, like i'm gonna die.
You smell of shadows and dreams. And dead things.
tonsure - and wearing a dark blue
The night was rank with the smell of man.
There was a sound you could smell / like you were inhaling tomorrow.
Do I Stank or was it already Stanky in Here?
I walk the city,
through its crush of people
and its smells:
body odour, rotting food,
vomit and urine.
A cocktail
of oppression and freedom.
Hung in the air like fart gas in an elevator, insecurity in a prom ballroom, guilt around a police lineup.
You smell like a litter box.
Being words, being lips that bleed.
When you know something's wrong, but you don't know exactly what it is, the air around you changes.
Smell of natural gas, piped from the big metal tank in the backyard, filled once a month by a truck.
There was a strong odor of electricity, grease and existential bitterness.
No matter how much you've won, no matter how many games, no matter how many championships, no matter how many Super Bowls, you're not winning now, so you stink.
The enormous waste of energy that has deliberately been expended on vileness.
It's an ill wind that blows no good.
The misery of the moment.
This place smells like regret and bad decisions,
Whoa. Back up. I smell?
Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you open your mouth.
Wishing there was a Personal God in all this impersonal matter.
Bad breath and butt smell; that is prison, in a nutshell.
...this feeling that the air was tearing itself apart.
You smell like baby powder." "And you smell like you want to piss me off.
The place smelled of sweat and burned coffee and the passage of time, which held its own moldy stink.
There sure are a lot of smells floating around the ol' factory.
Beauty! Sid Morris said, addressing the dirty windows that looked out to the alley where, on certain Thursdays, the smell up from the Chinese restaurant across the street reached a point you could almost taste. Beauty! he said.
Postponing doing the really interesting things in life for later, when you don't have the energy.
First I showered off that horrible butt smell you get from being on an airplane. [p. 257]
a deep smothering emptiness
Nothing comes easily. My work smells of sweat.