The human being is the only species, who bathes themselves
in perfume and cologne to get rid of our scent. Is scent though something that
we can cover up?
The way we choose our friends, lovers, and associates, we do
it all by smelling each other’s scent.
Therefore, I wonder if murderers have don’t have a scent.
They kill to
steal another’s scent.
The reason why I spend so much time pondering this is
because I find it amazingly sad.
We are supposed to be a superior species, but some kill for
fun and amusement.
Is it something that can be helped?
Or a predestined order to which they must succumb to in
order to survive.
The invisible science, which groups us together as either as
outcast or members of society will probably always be a mystery.
-Lisamarie-
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