Smut (06, yo!) smells like condoms on me. I mean, not even used condoms (cause at least THAT would be FUNNY and INTERESTING!), just...condoms. *PATENTED COLERE FACE DONE IN ALL CAPS*

SCARECROW
An agricultural gargoyle. Though he is the Guardian of the Crops and Keeper of the Fields, his visage is still the stuff of nightmares. The scent of a hot wind blowing through desolate, scorched, barren fields.

Pocketbook translation via Colere's skin chemistry:

hot wind blowing = cold
scorched = wet
barren fields = metalI smell like a ( Read more... )

Uhm. My skin totally just ate Scales of Deprivation without chewing. I think I managed to break the Apocalypse...again. Sorry. *shuffles feet awkwardly*

I haven't reviewed a BPAL blend in ages, so, please, be gentle with me (but not that gentle ... okay, that's WAY too gentle ... IF YOU AREN'T GOING TO DO IT RIGHT THEN DON'T DO IT AT ALL, DAMMIT!).

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