cigarettes_and_boredom birdmad thirteen weeks since my last smoke, so that's one of my mortal enemies left in the rear-view (for now...i've quit ten times before, so there's really no saying i won't pick up the habit yet again at some point) the last traces of summer heat keep me contained, so right now, my tendency to do or to want to do stupid shit to stave off the creeping ennui are high, like those ridiculous terror alerts they used to issue over the news i want to do something artistic, but without the old miseries and agonies to drive me, i don't have a hell of a lot of heart_and_soul to pour out on paper or canvas whether in words or in images satisfaction is not just the death of desire but of art as well, it would seem 100831 what's it to you? who go blather from