Kathy’s first kiss tasted of cigarette smoke and licorice from the newsagent’s on the corner. It had been a dare, in front of an audience of peers who sniggered and passed around a pack of Pall Mall. When she was alone, she sat on the front porch and stuffed her mouth with sweets, choking down smoke from a cigar stolen from her grandfather’s cabinet– but the taste was never quite the same.
I am so surprise that smoking is still legal. With all that we know about the ingredients and harmful effects I’m surprised that cigarettes are still on the market. I think if it weren’t so addictive and if the industry didn’t have so many lobbyists, it would definitely be illegal.
justin
The fumes rise and you can see,
how the wind moves.
Ironic how the bright sky
can look so much better
with a little bit of black.
Happiness and Toxicity come as one.
So take a deep breath.
John’s father smoked. It was disgusting. Thankfully his brothers had kicked the habit in favour for a healthier lifestyle, but Jeff couldn’t be convinced to even try and stop.
At school all the cool kids had smoked. I promised to myself that when I was older, I would too. And one day I did, but not in the way I wanted. What I remember was a bright burning light coming over the trench, grabbing the arm of the guy next to me, absolute fear in his eyes. Then there was nothing but screaming and the smell of burning. Coils of smoke were rising up off of my charred flesh.
John Doe
Smoke wreathed his head and hat alike, and June took a step back, one lower eyelid twitching slightly.
I smoke a lot. my roommate and coworker seems to think that this word is right up my alley. I have no idea why he thinks that. he must be crazy. dudes bat shit out of his dome sometimes. really though what gives him the right to judge what words fit my personality. come on man. fuck.
coe jall
our apartment building was on fire. i was content. i didn’t need any of that shit that i left back there. why do we even need shit anyways? the fire blazed, the smoke rose, you’d think it would be white, but it was black. dark black pillowing, pluming towers of smoke. i started that fire. i needed it.
robert campchero
Only sixteen and
addiction
rehab
to go (as far as we know)
She quit smoking
Trying to save herself (at least we hope)
But her body never gave it up
Stuck in eternal self destruction (cyclical and never-ending)
he was smoking heavily back then, but no more. It was killing him. He needed a vice, but what can he do that could give him the same high he could get from nicotine. He should figure out something soon beforee he loses his lfe and leave his wife and kids alone with nothing but a hefty mortgage
it was the best and worst thing for her. the worst camo’d as the best for a limited time only. she tried to stop, she said she would, that she could, when she wanted. perhaps the want never came—or it did, but she couldnt stop as easily as she thought she could.
Kathy’s first kiss tasted of cigarette smoke and licorice from the newsagent’s on the corner. It had been a dare, in front of an audience of peers who sniggered and passed around a pack of Pall Mall. When she was alone, she sat on the front porch and stuffed her mouth with sweets, choking down smoke from a cigar stolen from her grandfather’s cabinet– but the taste was never quite the same.
I am so surprise that smoking is still legal. With all that we know about the ingredients and harmful effects I’m surprised that cigarettes are still on the market. I think if it weren’t so addictive and if the industry didn’t have so many lobbyists, it would definitely be illegal.
The fumes rise and you can see,
how the wind moves.
Ironic how the bright sky
can look so much better
with a little bit of black.
Happiness and Toxicity come as one.
So take a deep breath.
John’s father smoked. It was disgusting. Thankfully his brothers had kicked the habit in favour for a healthier lifestyle, but Jeff couldn’t be convinced to even try and stop.
At school all the cool kids had smoked. I promised to myself that when I was older, I would too. And one day I did, but not in the way I wanted. What I remember was a bright burning light coming over the trench, grabbing the arm of the guy next to me, absolute fear in his eyes. Then there was nothing but screaming and the smell of burning. Coils of smoke were rising up off of my charred flesh.
Smoke wreathed his head and hat alike, and June took a step back, one lower eyelid twitching slightly.
I smoke a lot. my roommate and coworker seems to think that this word is right up my alley. I have no idea why he thinks that. he must be crazy. dudes bat shit out of his dome sometimes. really though what gives him the right to judge what words fit my personality. come on man. fuck.
our apartment building was on fire. i was content. i didn’t need any of that shit that i left back there. why do we even need shit anyways? the fire blazed, the smoke rose, you’d think it would be white, but it was black. dark black pillowing, pluming towers of smoke. i started that fire. i needed it.
Only sixteen and
addiction
rehab
to go (as far as we know)
She quit smoking
Trying to save herself (at least we hope)
But her body never gave it up
Stuck in eternal self destruction (cyclical and never-ending)
he was smoking heavily back then, but no more. It was killing him. He needed a vice, but what can he do that could give him the same high he could get from nicotine. He should figure out something soon beforee he loses his lfe and leave his wife and kids alone with nothing but a hefty mortgage
it was the best and worst thing for her. the worst camo’d as the best for a limited time only. she tried to stop, she said she would, that she could, when she wanted. perhaps the want never came—or it did, but she couldnt stop as easily as she thought she could.