Dear Diary of Martin X 22/07/2016

SQUIB 

I am gonna try and encapsulate something 

soemthing about the night and how I felt 

And how it tasted to feel how I felt 

And how how I felt accentuated my senses 

And how I smelt more than usual 

Like eucalyptus and cigarettes 

I don't know how 

Perfume of happiness, Perfume of death 

The way that fairies give each other Pleasure 

I can taste the taste of tonight to this minute 

"And still in my nostrils, the scent of her flesh

And still my wet mouth, sought her afresh" 

I don't know how to do that. Look! 

This string of words I found in my stomach
Like a pearl

So, two competing concepts 

The selves in the mirror and the one - the we are one, literally
i don't know how to say that
the older the oyster the bigger the pearl.