09/03/2021
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The sound of the white waterfalls
Arsenic Cutie. Creeping senses swim away, your shape distorts with the room. Am so tired, skin alternately cold and warm, damp glows the light in the kitchen. Is it my face stirring in the head lettuce, pulverizing it into cirus wigs and then smearing it into the wooden tabletop, sweetly balmy lost in space, like waves of warm winds disappearing into glistening nights?
Your head gives birth to hairs of bright snakes that spin rubber veils on walls and ethereally soon begin to rush like white waterfalls of glue. All is the eucalyptic cloud, far away from the medicine of benzoin, whose warm sweet I soon see no more on the way to the cool stratosphere.
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Los Angeles-based Donnie Bovis Cinis Labs is committed to strange, unique and different scents, so "Arsenicqt" also opens with a disorienting accord of crushed lettuce (violet) and sweetly balsamic palo santo wood, in which citrus-soaked warm cotton shimmers, before the sandalwood in brightest overtones, like a eucalyptus-flavored wood glue makes its way through the warm notes, soon forming an ethereal light-woody aura that is never loud, but always perceptible. For the first few hours, medicinally sweet benzoin is perceptible like a much quieter, deeper antidote before the sandalwood seems to advance into ever brighter spheres over further hours. A slow fade into whiteness.
(With thanks to Hasi)
Your head gives birth to hairs of bright snakes that spin rubber veils on walls and ethereally soon begin to rush like white waterfalls of glue. All is the eucalyptic cloud, far away from the medicine of benzoin, whose warm sweet I soon see no more on the way to the cool stratosphere.
**
Los Angeles-based Donnie Bovis Cinis Labs is committed to strange, unique and different scents, so "Arsenicqt" also opens with a disorienting accord of crushed lettuce (violet) and sweetly balsamic palo santo wood, in which citrus-soaked warm cotton shimmers, before the sandalwood in brightest overtones, like a eucalyptus-flavored wood glue makes its way through the warm notes, soon forming an ethereal light-woody aura that is never loud, but always perceptible. For the first few hours, medicinally sweet benzoin is perceptible like a much quieter, deeper antidote before the sandalwood seems to advance into ever brighter spheres over further hours. A slow fade into whiteness.
(With thanks to Hasi)
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