Taste: red potatoes
Sight: a streamer of birds; his mustache twitches up left, up left, up left, right
Touch: the varnished wood vibrates against my chest
Sound: cuckoo clock; saxophone Christmas carols; overheard: man to policeman, "Some crackhead shot the officer right in the face. Hope that doesn't happen to you."
Smell: pervasive, heavy, sweet, decay — human feces
Extra: "I am amazed, I have been amazed as long as I can remember, and I shall die, most certainly in a state of incredulous amazement, at this remarkable world." a Utopian in A Modern Utopia
Sight: a streamer of birds; his mustache twitches up left, up left, up left, right
Touch: the varnished wood vibrates against my chest
Sound: cuckoo clock; saxophone Christmas carols; overheard: man to policeman, "Some crackhead shot the officer right in the face. Hope that doesn't happen to you."
Smell: pervasive, heavy, sweet, decay — human feces
Extra: "I am amazed, I have been amazed as long as I can remember, and I shall die, most certainly in a state of incredulous amazement, at this remarkable world." a Utopian in A Modern Utopia
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