babies smell good. that fresh, unspoiled newness. a slight essence of baby powder that sits on top of an empty palate. completely unpolluted by the world around them, even their inherited genes have yet to alter that perfect baby shell. is that what makes them so tasty? so you just want to bite off their little toes, like sinking your teeth through that little rubber figurine or brand new eraser?
can you grab a little of that newness for yourself? siphon off their purity and sponge yourself like an expensive facial? the baby drug is enticing, seductive, making you reach even for strangers' offspring. can we become so entranced, addicted to the baby drug to explain why the truly evil, corrupted, or just desperate people kidnap the innocent and do unmentionable, horrific things to cure their own bodies?
maybe we aren't quite so selfish. maybe the taste, the sweet smell gives us a whiff of hope, of what could be. a scent of the blank slate of future. or renewal. or legacy.
something we don't have to steal, but can borrow for a brief moment.
not all babies are quite so entrancing. baby pythons escaped into a passenger plane on a flight to australia. they still can't find them.Baby pythons escape during flight in Australia
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