Sunday, November 28, 2010

CALL OF A DRAG


(i apologize for the use of language, hope it doesn't trivialize the write up)

What is that single fucking thing that I would stand up to protect considering nothing?

Why isn’t there any substitute word for ‘fucking’?

Why have I grown so skeptical?

Why are there people who are assholes?

Reasons?

Goddamn you. There are no reasons at times. You take a fucking long drag of the blazing tobacco shooting nicotine up your central nervous system, with shrieking hard metal music tearing apart your ear drums, with blaze of smoke all around you and substantial alcohol to jam up your biological processes, you CEASE TO THINK. YES, that is all you need to do sometimes. That is exactly why that is so hard.

Morality? You one hell of a screwed up son-of-a-bitch.

Take a look at yourself, and all that you had thought you would not do, … and all that you had thought you would actually do.

My ears hurt. My head pains. My system sick of the fucking bitter toxin and a semi-efficient nervous system fed with volumes of nicotine, regurgitates.

I think again, and I stop.