1.07.2005

Rhymes with Orange

This morning they're harvesting the oranges from the campus orange trees, yanking them down with these long hoes.

There's no smell more panic-inducing to me than the smell of a peeling orange. I don't know why this is. But today, walking by, even in the cold air, I could smell them: sharp, sour, and morbid.

4 comments:

  1. Oh my God, Charles. You would have died growing up in Florida!

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  2. Have you read "Five Quarters of the Orange"? Yikes!

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  3. Why the hell is that, Charles? That orange peeling, smelling phobia thing. Damn! We’re not bi-polar. We're bi-peeling!

    Cheers,
    Alberto

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  4. Like the coating your hand gets for peeling them and then an hour later, you bring your hand close to your nose and want to gag.

    Q

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