unnnnngggghhhh… I am slowly but surely mastering this animalist integration of leather and pheromones with most excellent effect… now this is lovely and sexy, so you must know… leather absorbs the -mones deep into the structure and begins to take on this deep satisfying musky animal aroma like these things are intimately designed for each other in some primal, dinosaurs ruled the earth sort of way, it is all primal and neanderthal, and frankly, no commercial fragrance I know of comes close to the friggin’ authenticity of this biological system of doing things… I’m growing a collection of pheromone belts… because they “season” over time as pheromones and fragraces are drawn deep into the core of the leather and gradually released… the leather seems to know exactly how much needs to be secreted, I assume this is a sensitive relationship with body heat… so, at this point in time I no longer apply pheromones to skin or clothing… I consider it wasteful and counterproductive, too much blast in the first 30 minutes and then too much taper off… plus I can load high doses onto the leather and let it sit tightly coiled up in a plastic bag overnight… like wine or something… and then the belt acts like my force field generator for the rest of the night…
So I put on my juiced up belt and join friends at a popular bar, quite a chi-chi place for a certain type of individual, I’m hanging for short stay while they tank up… and the buzz around the bar starts rumbling, it’s a rather nice buzz though, none of the freaky deaky over the top beta-nol acting out of adolescent impulses… no, this is the more sophisticated, light but firm touch of TAA and TAH with some Chikara for a balanced presentation and Tam Dao cologne, esoterc stuff for the true afficionado, Tam Dao has a unique, almost pheromonic edge to it, and all of this is interacting with the leather diffusing this intensely male, western, horsey Sergio Leone vibe, not the Dirty Harry androstenone disturbo lawgiver energy, closer to Marcello Mastroianni meets Andrei Tarkovsky in Kashmir in 1905… but ballsier…
So we’re hanging out, a massively eccentric grouping of the most unlikely people you’d see together in a drinking establishment… and the bar has this growing kind of subsonic rumble, like elephant communication, with a buzzy overtone like a hive sounds from 6 feet away, it was primordial… very fertilized eggish…
And these other persons also at the bar, distal to our cluster, they are looking over at us, checking us out, seriously furtive… you ARE somebody… what movie were you in ?.. you ARE celebs… WHICH celebs are you ? Where do get your powers ? Do you have sex with fabulous people ? Are your lives filled with delicious scandal ? Are you beyond good and evil ?
I though it kinder to leave them with their illusions unshattered, as they needed some fodder for their imaginations…