No shade, I’ve got an evil eye
on my wrist, bone on the other side
I’m a rebel, like a Jedi
got it tattoo’d on my left thigh
Drive myself crazy thinking of purpose
If there’s no meaning, then is it worthless?
Well what else are you gonna do
Follow myself what do I got to lose
Un-attachment is selfish
Not unlike hedonist
Go ahead and take the middle way
I’m just walking and checking out the words to say
“Tobacco smoke perfulated the room.”
“Wait, what? Perfulated isn’t a word.”
“What’re you saying? Of course it is. Tobacco smoke perfulated the room. Don’t you know what perfulated means? It’s the act of perfuming. Kinda like, it perumed around the room”
“Perfume isn’t a verb, it’s a noun.”
“It can’t just be a noun, it has a way of being too, a movement to it. To perfulate, from the root perfu, as in perfume; to permeate a zone with a strong noticeable odor.”
“You just made all that up."
Later ... her scent would perfulate throughout my memory