A matter of spaces

In closed spaces we smell our decomposition.Our smells are like cows in  shed   ,swishing tails on flies. Flies do not smell anything ,sitting on decomposition. Flies do not have noses, only mouths. In the mountains cows do not smell anything.

The women make wall pancakes of cows in decomposition. First, cakes sit on walls in the sun. After that they burn fires in kitchen to make pancakes for  stomachs.There is smoke in eyes and woman tears.

It is all a matter of  spaces. When our spaces are closed  we smell our decomposition.


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