I don’t get it, why won’t he take a fucking shower? It’s been two weeks–he’s stinking up the whole apartment. Just use some fucking deodorant or something, but fuck, I can’t…Gotta just sniff it, sniff it a bit. I mean, just…

Fucking smell him in there, in his room, workin’ out, yeah, workin’ out sweating, fuck, can smell him in there, gotta sniff sniff, fucking snif it, bury my fuckin’ face in his pit, lick it, fuckin’ yeah Fuck fuck fuck!

Again, I fucking came again, god fucking damn it, what the hell is going on. I need to get out of here, get some fresh air…just gotta…why won’t the door open? What the hell? And none…none of the windows either? I mean…I mean it does smell…I gotta…gotta smell it, gotta smell him, right, fuck–I have to get out of here, I have to.

There he is, he’s so sweaty, I can see the stains, see the sheen of it on him, he’s so nasty, so fuckin’ nasty, gotta…gotta go sniff him, yeah, sniff it, fuckin’ lick it all, lick it like a pig good pig, pig fuck, yeah…