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roxy
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Feline, I hope you're lying. Cause if these things come so easy, then why am I trying so hard I thought it best to let it shimmer then deliver a thought from a fever pitcher of smoke a cough and a choke I can feel you smiling but you're too far to see. And June is here. June is here, but she's laughing without me I want to feel your eyes inches from mine at both nines. We drink up the anger like wine laced with sugar and smoke. I cough and I choke. So take my hand. We'll jump up together and land. Just like the cats can. These are the things that make us laugh. These are the things that make us cry. These are the things that make our knees shake for fear's sake. Make our hearts break. I cough and I choke. Me and me and baby makes three.
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roxy
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( i can't. i can't do this.)
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Christy
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I finally realized she wasn't a child anymore when I rounded the corner. She was standing casually, cigarette in loose fingers, smoke creeping past her lips. In that moment all the years passed before me and I saw her for the first time in forever.
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MollyGoLightly
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a friend of mine admits that he smokes because he thinks it looks cool. i think that's very refreshing.
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silentbob
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Smoke by Ben Folds and Anna Goodman Leaf by leaf, page by page Throw this book away All the sadness, all the rage Throw this book away Rip out the binding, tear the glue All of the grief we never even knew We had it all along Now it's smoke The things we've written in it Never really happened All the things we've written in it Never really happened All of the people come and gone Never really lived All the people come have gone No one to forgive - smoke We will never write a new one There will not be a new one Another one, another one Here's an evening dark with shame Throw it on the fire Here's the time I took the blame Throw it on the fire Here's the view we didn't speak It seemed for years and years Here's a secret No one will ever know the reasons for the tears They are smoke Where do all the secrets live They travel in the air You can smell them when they burn They travel in the air Those who say the past is not dead Stop and smell the smoke You keep on saying the past is not dead Come and smell the smoke You keep saying the past is not even past You keep saying ... We are smoke ... smoke ... smoke
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medea
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inhale, exhale. smoking comes so natural to me... but in the US right now it is used in such a poor way. I see kids all over the places smoking, kids and young adults and old adults and EVERYBODY, and they're all at coffeehouses and slick jazz bars and places you would think rational critical discourse would be going on frequently, in those "smart" areas, those "revolutionary" people, they all smoke. they're the ones who object to corporate america. they're the ones protesting the wars and the hate and the suffering. yet they are directly giving their money over to the giant corporations... they are asking for their own suffering and addicted... they are countering the very movement that smoking has come to stand for in these days. ironic.
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psycho insomniac
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it creeps into you and fills your lungs, intoxicating you with every breath. it relaxes your nerves, but at the same time, speeds up your blood pressure. Transparent, like so many mindless souls, it consumes you, and slowly kills you...
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LeVi
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Its the same bullshit. Believe me. "I'm gonna quit after this pack. Trust me." The world is a sucking hole that will make you repeat, repeat, repeat. Day, night, day, night. Open your eyes folks! take care of neccessities first you bastard! I gotta pee.
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unique butterfly
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why not? i'll just get sick. i'll die. it'll be like suicide.
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monadh
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myself to sleep
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acceber
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I'm not proud to say I'm addicted. But I'm not ashamed either.
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crazyenglishman
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It makes you ill and the only cure is another fag. Fucking disgusting.... just off for another fag before I feel ill.....
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nocturnal
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"your light and your heat have all been spent leavin only smoke and ashes, only smoke and ashes baby." -Tracy Chapman
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Teddybear
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sure it's just one cigarette. But then you throw it on the ground. It lights all the grass on fire. The cute little bugs living in the grass are foced to fly away to a near by field. Once there they eat all the crops. Then the farmer owning the crops goes bankrupt. He buys a shotgun with the last of his money and goes to rob a bank. During the hold up his shotgun backfires killing him and another woman. The funerals for these two people cost a lot of money that their families cant afford. So the families just throw their loved ones in a river. As the bodies break apart the fish in the river eat the dead flesh. This in turn causes the fish to die. With in a month the surrounding area reakes of dead fish and cigarette smoke.
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Shugarhi
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go kitty, go, go... the smoke calls your name... beckoning you to play
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mushroomman
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i smoke more than most, and less than few, i write, yet there is nothing to say, but to what meaning is this, a poets dream, a story trodden on by horse or a leaf swept of by a gust of wind, a lost child, a lonely man standing by the sea, what do these things mean to me.
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ZeN
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u dont have to smoke to be popular...obviously
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unhinged
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addiction isn't a popularity contest kiddos.
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JEFF: Not only do you get the Desenex burger . . . not only the Desenex burger . . . but you are in for a real treat, Jim NAPOLEON: Wait a minute, I think I like that dance better than this . . . What are you talkin' about, creep? JEFF: What I'm talkin' about is you've been in this killer fog down here too long NAPOLEON: What? JEFF: You need somethin' to get up and go to school with NAPOLEON: Wait a minute, you're not talkin' to an old fool now, you know, I wasn't born yesterday! FZ: (Heh heh heh!) NAPOLEON: Wait a minute . . . I think I'll take . . . JEFF: I like that little dance you were doin' down there . . . FZ: Jeff Simmons tries to corrupt Napoleon Murphy Brock by showing him a lewd dance and suggesting that he'd smoke a high-school diploma . . . NAPOLEON: Hey! What you . . . what you . . . ? Wait a minute! JEFF: Hey this, this stuff . . . NAPOLEON: I've never seen one of these before . . . that's not a menu? JEFF: This stuff is expensive NAPOLEON: What is that? JEFF: You shoot it, you'll conserve all winter NAPOLEON: I do what? JEFF: It last longer FZ: Not only do you get the Desenex burger NAPOLEON: No . . . no . . . JEFF: Now come on, try it NAPOLEON: No, no, no JEFF: It's really good NAPOLEON: No . . . Smoke THAT?! JEFF: Have I ever lied to you? Have I ever seen you before? NAPOLEON: I don't, I don't even know you! JEFF: Look . . . NAPOLEON: I don't even know what that is! JEFF: Just bef . . . NAPOLEON: And you're tellin' me to smoke it?! JEFF: Just before, we smoked the tapes that you made NAPOLEON: Smoked the tapes? JEFF: Smoked the tapes of your group NAPOLEON: I think I'd rather
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paste!
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whoa. that's shrieky.
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black-dyed gel product
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plastic, mmmmmmmm, delicious noxious fumes...
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kinkazoid
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"mind if i smoke?" "care if i die?"
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black-dyed gel product
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I like smoking. There's just something about breathing in something that stings a little and knowing it may one day kill you that makes it so rewarding. It goes well wit liquor too. I prefer a nice cigar myself, but a pack of Marlboro reds will do in a pinch.
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kinkazoid
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my boyfriend doesnt smoke cigarettes so he is trying to get me to quit but i dont want to i LIKE to smoke, i NEED to smoke, it keeps me from not eating too much and getting all fat, how do i get him to understand this?
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nocturnal
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camel lights. helps the shitty american beer go down which I'm forced to drink since I'm too poor to buy anything better.
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marjorie
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stings my eyes. those chevron smells. i like it.
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there were different smells for different times. i can always remember the first pack i ever bought and coming in smelling like camels; the way i smelled when i left my grandparents' house because they both smoked camel unfiltereds. i almost quit but i discovered cloves. and i used to get buzzed off cigarettes and definitely could not walk and smoke at the same time. i would bundle up in the snow with a cup of chai and a clove cigarette and watch the other people made fat from their clothing walking past in their rush to academic pursuits. or sitting on the floor of her porch smoking my first joint feeling the tingly newness of my skin, the only thing telling me i was holding a cigarette were my eyes. i can't smoke regular camels without thinking of my dead grandfather. 60 years of smoking them and he died with a tumor the size of a baseball in his lung. never told a soul that every breath was agony. somedays the thought of that fate scares me. other days the smell can do nothing but soothe.
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nemo
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i see faces in smoke sometimes
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unhinged, my father died 5 years ago. He smoked unfiltered camels for 35 years or more. He was a tough cowboy type and didn't believe in doctors are complaining. "That shit's for sissies" he would say. I went to connecticut for a year and didn't see him detirerating at home, and when i got back i looked at my mother and said "what the hell is wrong with dad? he's so thin and frail looking." She had seen him losing the weight over a period of time so either she in deniel also or she just didn't notice he was very sick. I told her if she didn't take him to the hospital i was going to call 911. So, she convinced him to go. He had a tumor in his lungs the size of a grapefruit and died at home in my arms 10 days later. He had known for 2 years about the cancer and didn't tell anyone. I miss him. I don't smoke camels either. But i will puff on a menthol here and there to curb my appetite. I miss him.
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the only conversation in the car is the burning of his cigarette. ... i realized i heard the voice of the cigarette more than i heard his, as i rolled down my window and watched the telephone poles fly by.
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blamethesky
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you were upset to see me smoke two cigarettes. then you turn around..smoke pot...snort various drugs. you don't care that you're being a hypocrite.
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it's starting to bother me , a lot.
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Casey
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Erik smokes now. His girlfriend pretty much made him addicted. It's kind of sad to see a 17 year old have to beg people to buy him smokes.
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When you start to smoke the smell of cigatrets makes you crave more, but my grandad died from too many cigars so I stopped just when I started to smoke. Who needs to smoke when there's food anyway? Fixing grandfather clocks also occupies your fingers
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A sense of self destruction. A whisp of a prayer that gets forgotten. I found myself blowing smokerings in the dark last night. I could not see them, but i knew they were there. They last longer when you cannot see them for some reason.
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oppressed_youth
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It's a guilty pleasure, I guess... I know I shouldn't do it, my grandmother died from lung cancer -- but I don't know. It's the badness appeal. Plus, it calms the nerves like a charm. I smoked a pack of turkish jades one night and woke up shaking and nauseated. And the smell is less than pleasant. So I don't think I'll do it anymore.
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