It is enticing, damnly so, infact god fucking darn damnly so. I walk down to my department and I see that stupid fucking American lighting her up like the damn July 4th fireworks itself, I see that desi cool dude who doesnt even deserve to be within a 5 mile radius of her try and get close to her for the first and last time ever in his miserable life and cough and spurt and spit his stalking candy ass all over stan-fucking-ford, I see that fucking Europeon make a clumsy grab for her, her the delicate she who deserves so much more gentler a touch, I see that bloody Latino piece of shit make a machismoic pass on her and get her within his fingertips , and I look at that fucking American and that jackass desi and that shitty latino and Europeon, a look of pure desire in my eyes, turning a dangerous shade of envious green, no no not lust for that Europeon or that desi or even that latino -- though I've had my small share of males but still, but pure desire for her-- her whom they can have but I fucking cant. Infact looking at her, I even end up with a hard on. If only I could have her, just once, oh yes once again like the once bitten twice shy and third time lucky saying goes. If only my mouth could feel her once more, if only I could lay my hands on her again and feel that smooth soft silken texture, if only I could run my fingers across her beautiful self, if only I could light her up one more time and see her tip red and glowing.
Damn it if only I could use that 5 bucks in my pocket and get her from that gas station.
But for fucks sake I cant, cos I am on my way to quitting, with tiny infant-esque baby steps . And so I must lust and froth and fornicate, and that is all I can do and that is all that I have to say about that because my mama says life is a box of cigarettes and you never know what you will get.
Surgeon general's warning: Smoking is injurious to health. Smoking kills. Quitting smoking now greatly reduces health risks.
GAAAAH!!!!
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her whom they can have but I fucking cant.
wait, she can have them, but does she want them? if not, there's nothing to worry about. as the irish proverb goes, when the apple is ripe, it will fall.
but just wondering, let's say you do get to fuck your brains out. then what? (specifically, "when the new wears off and the old shines through")
@chimes: i meant the smokes chimes, just the smokes
whoops, lol... now i reread that addiction in a different light. talk about gestalt shift.
Or better, may be a paradigm shift. I too was taken in for once....
not addiction, i mean habit.
mind > body, good luck man!
is this another of the bitterly sarcastic posts?
Smokes. Really ;-).
I believe you.
(Damn!! the delicious males are always such hung up on the stupid smokes)
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