in the afterlife

My paradise would be perfect smells, interchanging smells. Constant hyper motivation. Soft pretzel place next door. Candy store across the street so I’d have to work for it. Orgasms without the work of sex. Flowers everywhere with food smells. No animals. Perfect nails that don’t keep you from doing anything. Something entertaining everyday. Never needing to relax. Be who ever I wanted to be that day. Try any hobby I could possibly try.