My fellow retards,
Take a deep breath in your nose. Feel that spot at the top of your throat, above the food-hole where the nose tubes make their way past the little part of your brain that’s been squeezed out through the olfactory epithelium and represent the only part of a human brain that actually physically touches whatever is outside the human. The next closest part is the optic nerve, again squished through a tiny hole, this one at the bottom of a fluid-filled refractory scope, itself a fascinating subject for another time.
Scent is at the same time the outermost, and innermost of the terrestrial senses. It triggers memories like no other, is a major component to ritual, and conveys information that is almost impossible to quantify in any other way. The anticipation from a meal on the fire, the deep attraction from a lover’s mingled sweat and perfume, the revulsion of sickness and decay, the hypnotic aura of incense, the tinging intensity of high-test fuel and burnt rubber…all powerful in the same penetrating way.
The modern human’s propensity to hide from their actual selves is perhaps no more evident than in the widespread concealment of their body’s natural odor.
To be clear, this is not a deacon-y endorsement of being a stink-butt. Hygiene is a healthy practice of renewing the body’s natural barriers to the world around it. Wash yourself as often as is necessary, but not more. Scrub those armpits and remove the gunk from the places it accumulates. It’s also polite to the people you share space with.
From a thoroughly cleaned body, the funky aroma emitted acts as a constant stream of information that can’t be otherwise conveyed. It is only when that sweat has festered and gone stale that the truly stanky BO arises, which is a message to yourself and others that you are due for a scrubbing.
Beyond just current stank status, your musk relates a host of information in the form of pheromones, which are imprecise but powerful enough to.inspire a steady worn-panty industry in certain parts of the world.
In America and elsewhere in the West—an open-office hell populated by scent-less proles, devoid of their own natural flavor.
What else is turned off when the human’s natural processes are shut down by chemical intervention? Find out by cutting off their hold on your body and returning to a more natural state.
Phonon’s already got the Funk, no cover-up necessary.
phon/ongod out.