this_sunscreen_smells_like_sensodyne raze did i blister then? i remember heat and discomfort. not skin sloughing off of flushed shoulder blades and charred cheeks. i guard against that now. there's a blue and white bottle in the bathroom that keeps me looking like a vampire_with_a_sweet_tooth, when the truth is i see more sun than almost everyone i know. not that i know many people anymore. but i know some. the water-resistant salve carries the scent of the mint-flavoured fluoride i use to get my teeth clean before_and_after whatever damage the day sees fit to deliver. so i become what i've done to myself. what's been done to me. then i wash off the stink of living and make myself dirty again. 240720 what's it to you? who go blather from