smells like XI-mas.

hearts and minds are one thing, kids,
but the nostrils are a whole other 'nother thing altogether.
it may begin to look a lot like christmastime earlier and earlier every year,
but it's when it smells like XI-mas that the real hottness activates.
i buy candles, y'all.
yeah, i know.
...but it's true.
i love those powerful conjuration spirits and memories that aromatherapeutics conjure
out of thin air and hot fire...
and it's those holiday stanks that are what's up.
that's no joke.
i'm always down for psychological warfare,
since my frail frame and slender stalks of arm and leg bones aren't made
for especially effective physical imposition of my will and intentions.
so i settle for subtlety in this and this only-
check the scratch 'n' sniff teleport:

uh-huh.
fancy-schmantzy pants soy-bean green-burning expensive sh!t, neighbors.
because when i light it up,
i wanna smell it.
moth-style, y'all.
brightness in the darkness.
i'm drawn to it.
and i operate on an intensely dense sense of smell while i'm at it.
yuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
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what's that, kids?
oh.
yes.
i burn all three at the same time,
just to big-time my olfactory organs with my own custom coniferous furious flavor.
yes.
i do consider that pretty flippin' expert.
yes.
i am constantly on the hunt for the perfect blend of sensory activation.
too much is the right amount,
and i saw some others called 'adirondack mountain' and 'ski chalet' that i may
just have to mix in to make sure we all catch a whiff of what eleven stinks of.
total all-out holiday participation, y'all.
i'm trying my hardest, as loud and fresh as ever before;
never quiet, never soft.....