uncivilized 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 because 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. 070810 ... 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? who go blather from