Who moved my matchsticks?
The art of smoking a cigarette has long been my annoyingly victorious forte. The arsenal that consists of a transparent lighter and premium quality cigarette pack – sat snugly, also mockingly, inside my pocket wherever i went. Bored you say? Light me up, thanks. Sleepy and no coffee? Inhale me deliciously.
The standard procedure of smoking can be broken down into four notoriously simple steps – lighting it up, smoking it up, butting it out and finally, burying the feeling of mild regret which will inevitably and rapidly accumulate itself to the status of utter regret. Be fully aware though that this charred forte of mine, will in all it’s sombre splendor be perished, by the conclusively dark presence of an intense regret, somewhere in the bleakest of future.
march in, pricey nicotine patch.
Tags: cigarette, life, nicotine, regret, smoking
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August 5, 2008 at 3:24 am
For my part, i give you credit for leaving the pack in the pocket when i’m around. Save the lighter for the candlesticks!