Nostril Damn Mess

The putrid, malodorous and fowl nauseating smell can still be conjured nearly fifty years later wracked I never forget ineradicable tangy, sulfurous acrid odor rankled olfaction tract entire sinus cavity, yet amazingly enough isolate this offal nose not so gay circumstance, when aye kept sacked a raw egg - perhaps intended and/or meant for significant assignment - which found me quacked up beyond all recognition - unsure if long over due project by this king of procrastination - which packed in paper bag bore putrid punch possibly and probably packing panache polluting air supply while this mute student lacked courage to speak up while in second, third, four, fifth, or sixth grade, which fetid fowl fumes possibly hi-jacked learning > fostering near flunking, < which acuity co-opted witnessed yoked and hacked learning patiently taught by Mrs. Rittenhouse, Mrs. Wells, Mr. Stout, Mrs. Shaner or Miss Rinderle respectively, and naturally the classmates cracked up, and sought means and ways to stymie this shy boy to achieve academic success bracketed what appeared asthma constant struggle to catch breath - as if a heavy smoker, this warrant no act. Tis time for poetic curtain call to get at meat and potatoes of this fall tee winter, spring and some er: how unintended science project did install itself sprung from spoilage ova raw egg buried in the bowels sans me messy kraal which desk presented a topface linkedin entire contraption, deep within bowl of assigned seat, this mal odor us issued every instance hinged surface raised arose pestilential soundcloud strong enough to lyft a hefty man to the moon, per such offal inducing stern rebuke from voices crowdsource sing within celestial sphere belonging to saint peter or Paul telling - in shouting biblical verse - to get maintenance man to fix supposed malfunctioning toilet stall since unbeknownst to anybody but myself, rivaled a Roman vomitorium and pitted as casus belli necessitating one to trawl amidst shutterfly, SnapChat and springme morass of disarray - evidenced by basin amidst my own bric a brac wall finds me zeroing toward crux and source of sordid smell recalled by this now middle aged man - whose presence thru nearly every grade I tell found me immovable as Stonewall Jackson, who flinched not, even if another student or teacher did yell froze Zen statue like a red mar bull mentally conduct.