misstree i don't mind smelling sweaty and
i belch without apology and
i laugh loud and snorting and
i bounce without reserve and
i eat with my fingers and
i fight without fear

i want to
smell like, sound like, feel like
myself unfettered by
silly society's sanctions,
because i believe in
drinking deep of each passing passion,
and i will not compromise my
unabashed love of life.
ever dumbening would you be offended if i sat down next to you on the bus, held my nose, and started making out with you? 070810
what's it to you?
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