Smell my scent / Lawrence Upton

Chorus of sweet voices: Combine heady floral notes with exotic spices on a warm base of previous woods... Previous woods! The very essence of spring and echoes the building coolness of an English wood... Include wild rose, winter jasmine, lily of the valley, camomile and oak moss... Deliciously intoxicating, rather than sweet, capturing the scent of high summer... A fresh green floral scent... Capture the delicacy of the flower! Soft, sweet and deep with subtleties and delicacy... Precious woods!

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Voice 1: Smell my scent.

Voice 2: Your scent?

Voice 1 & Voice 2 simultaneously:-

Voice 1 & Voice 2 simultaneously:-

Voice 2: Pours in the holes my eyes sewn shut.

Voice 1: My fingers -

Voice 2: Whirr lightly.

Voice 3: Drowning.

Voice 1: Drowning in a frieze of...

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Voice 3: Groins.

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Voice 3: The jetty.

Voice 2: Some words appropriated from fondling.

Voice 1: Hint.

Voice 3: Control.

Voice 2: Lick.

Voice 1: Shades, set aside.

Voice 2: Awareness adept.

Voice 3: Duration.

Voice 4: Extort.

Voice 2: Clamp embrace.

Voice 3: Extend control.

Voice 1: Recognise.

Voice 2: Lick.

Voice 3: Group on understanding.

Voice 4: You take on anger.

Voice 2: >You.

Voice 4: I am.

Voice 2: I wash myself.

Voice 3: He's listening.

Voice 2: I say you.

Voice 3: I wonder what he's listening.

Voice 4: To indicate acquiescence.

Voice 3: What.

Voice 4: To indicate acquiescence.

Voice 3: No, I wonder he's listening.

Voice 1: Not why?

Voice 3: No, what.

Voice 1: Fondling exploration.

Voice 2: Command implying lick.

Voice 3: Detain spirit.

Voice 1: Abreast clinch.

Voice 2: Compress breath.

Voice 1: Clasp fondling.

Voice 3: Contact control.

Voice 2: Perceive shade.

Voice 1: Set aside awareness.

Voices 2 & 3: Adept duration.

Voices 2 & 4: Extort clamp.

Voice 2: Embrace that -

Voice 1: It would probably be exhaustion.

Voice 2: Its own.

Voice 1: Story.

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Voice 3: Her name.

Voice 2: Her name is enough.

Voice 3: My groin.

Voice 2: Jetty?

Voice 3: Some shape, some... Her voice.

Voice 4: Her voice was rolling off.

Voice 1: Rolling off flowers.

Voice 4: Tumbling.

Voice 3: Collapsing steps.

Voice 2: Dividing.

Voice 1: Part of a play.

Voice 2: Divides a dress shirt ears out.

Voice 1: Pushing the rabbit is unstable it wavers and reaches the words.

Voice 2: Appropriated from merit dazzled into a man a skipping man.

Voice 1: Becoming clouds already.

Voice 2: And reaches the skull.

Voice 4: The booty for the rabbit is aristocratic.

Voice 1: Haughty.

Voice 3: Cipher sound.

Voice 1: Tired grumpy man in front of confession.

Voice 2: Obligation.

Voice 1: Incision.

Voice 2: Incision enjoins... Cupidity.

Voice 1: Cross feeling.

Voice 2: Blank need cut with signs.

Voice 1: At its own story.

Voice 4: The vapid stillness.

Voice 2: Tremendously enjoyable.

Voice 4: Brain.

Voice 3: Brain death.

Voice 2: Breath.

Voice 4: Breath clasp.

Voice 1: Clasp?

Voice 3: Clasp fondling.

Voice 1: Fondling.

Voice 4: Contact.

Voice 1: Contact control.

Voice 3: The world terrified to the point of substance.

Voice 1: London, earlier today, in faux daylight.

Voice 3: Sounds they hear are corrosive.

Voice 2: Breath embracing that empty face.

Voice 3: Is drowned.

Voice 1: I fail.

Voice 2: Breath.

Voice 1: Her large ear where she says fuck everything.

Voice 3: Descends into an incremental topic.

Voice 4: Lopsided severed.

Voice 2: Scribbling fusion.

Voice 1: Graphic.

Voice 2: Blurring the air strangely.

Voice 3: Unbalanced.

Voice 4: Distending.

Voice 2: Undone a good job.

Voice 1: Death resurrected consolation.

Voices 1-4: Person death interrupted immensity bewailing.

Voice 3: Consolation sound.

Voice 4: Can they gasp communicating and run.

Voice 2: Up against frivolity.

Voice 1: And cried and reached the dead.

Voice 1 & Voice 2 & Voice 3 simultaneously:-

Voice 1 & Voice 2 & Voice 4 simultaneously:-

Voice 1: Titillation breath embrace rolls fibre optic.

Voice 3: Through to a rough deep blue wash.

Voice 1: Giving me orderly life.

Voice 2: Night unravels the scrawny affront.

Voice 1: Slashes.

Voice 2: Compulsion.

Voice 4: Documents abate.

Voice 2: My door.

Voice 1: Snapped wings.

Voice 2: I breathe in my eyes.

Voice 1: I smell of blue.

Voice 2: Blue smothers the gestural needs.

Voice 4: There are too many staircases.

Voice 3: Words are turning.

Voice 1: Themselves inside out from windows.

Voice 4: Antecedents televised.

Voice 2: >I breathe in the centre.

Voice 1: A blue landscape sharper.

Voice 2: Smell of inertia.

Voice 1: Particles of jerking off.

Voice 2: Dampness of the ground.

Voice 3: Chain together.

Voice 1: Clasp fondling contact.

Voice 1 & Voice 3 simultaneously:-

Voice 1 & Voice 2 simultaneously:-

Voice 2 & Voice 3 simultaneously:-

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Voice 1: Control perceive shade set aside awareness adept.

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Voice 2 & Voice 4 simultaneously:-

Voice 2 & Voice 3 simultaneously:-

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Voice 1: I'm a raincloud.

Voice 2: I seat myself I remember.

Voice 1: Pharmaceutical poise.

Voice 2: Understanding ecstasy.

Voice 1: A small darkness of titillation.

Voice 3: Breaking up of ashes.

Voice 2: Ecstasy.

Voice 4: Of inertia.

Voice 1: Hands.

Voice 2: Offered to someone elsewhere.

Voice 1: Strokes of water.

Voice 2: The sun out of my eyes.

Voice 4: Block out the largest sphere.

Voice 3: Along this line today.

Voice 2: The air is bossy.

Voice 1: The darkness of the sun in the darkness of control.

Voice 2: Lick shade clasp awareness jack up.

Voice 3: Disbelieving a big face.

Voice 4: Speckled with books.

Voice 1: Text box begins to detach the lust.

Voice 2: Text box begins to detach the skull.

Voice 3: Text box begins to detach the numerous -

Voice 2: It would think.

Voice 3: Empty stones.

Voice 4: I write the makeshift light.

Voice 1: Liquefying an accumulation of anguish.

Voice 2: Cipher face.

Voice 3: Vigorous marketing.

Voice 4: And see yourself in an adjacent text box, the door.

Voice 1: The door came up like a hit and again.

Voice 2: Dawn of birds!

Voice 1: Ground speed of clouds!

Voice 2: I'm seeing, too, my tongue -

Voice 1: The immensity of words appropriated from the mass splits open... The sentence utters itself... It strums a moment up inside the daytime... In something reflective.

Voice 2: Your craving.

Voice 1: You say without understanding.

Voice 2: Some shape of changing colour.