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October 30, 2009


El Man

Like death it smells. Synthetic, unnatural death.

from  b e h i n d

Durian: It's an acquired taste, to say the least. Kind of like Elizabeth Taylor perfumes.


Heavenly taste is in the taste bud of the taster.

BTW - corrections - the long car ride in Bangkok had air conditioning and that's why the smell was trapped in the car. We tried to turn off the air conditioning in order to air out the smell but it was so hot that we had no choice but to turn on the air again.It was a memorable ride after all these years, yeah? You guys nagged like brats all the way!!!

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