1/14/03 - 12:00
These five cigarettes oughta last me the rest of the day. I suppose I could run out in the cold and get some more...ah...ok, I'm off. Back in three dots...Back!
Picked up a gatorade for a buddy, too. Light snow buzzing my face like purified flies. Clerk hits the reciept printer a couple of times to get it to work. Kind of like me. I respond to smacks on my side pretty well. $1.99 for the stawberry thirst quencher. Smoked two cigarettes; one on the way there, one on the way back. I'm glad I went, not so glad I smoke. This cold weather makes smoking less and less attractive. One day I'll quit. Even if it kills me.
Out of the cold smoke, the riddle rose.
Of lilting lust and anguished prose.
Black and white, and sad solitare.
The querry stalks, and poeple stare.
Spiral blades made of skyward smoke.
Acting as opposite; the words we spoke.
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