So, lighting up a cigarette
I expound on a blinking eye
that goes on and off
like this computer
and everything.
So, the last happy smoker
takes another puff
from his incense
that is considered weaponry
by many
and delights in the defiling
and healing power of smoke.
Dec 18, 2010
Dec 18, 2010 at 9:57 PM UTC
So, lighting up a cigarette
I expound on a blinking eye
that goes on and off
like this computer
and everything.
So, the last happy smoker
takes another puff
from his incense
that is considered weaponry
by many
and delights in the defiling
and healing power of smoke.
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