blog: might as well
I walked into the restroom at the museum
and waited amongst the other women for my turn.
In my stall, I gagged
smell of everyone's cunt.
Don't get me wrong, it's not a bad smell,
when you're asking for it.
But when you're not,
and it blows your way,
it's a pungent
But maybe it's a good way to die.
"CHOKED ON MANY UNIDENTIFIED CUNTS"