What's up gang?
Today is a cloudy, rainy day. I like it that way. I like sun in the winter and rain in the summer. Right now I take a big breathe and I smell the fresh air, as I am freezing my ass of, because I like to write naked. My third cup of coffe is next to me and I have this feeling in my stomach, that I get right before I write something I KNOW I have to write, which doesn't happen everyday.
What can possibly add to that?
My neck feels it as I take a deep, satisfying drag on my first cigarette for the day. The nicotine buzz immediately hits me, as I haven't had one in a while and I let the unwanted remaining of the smoke out. Seeing it dissolving is magnetic.
My body feels tight but concrete. I feel a different kind of energy building up. It's like coffee, but without the crush. I feel warm inside, but cold on the outside.
Meanwhile the rain has become a proper storm. With each inhale, I smoke both the cigarette and the rain.
Smoking grounds me in a way. It's a reminder of the human mortality. It's a conscious, bad choice. We accept the consequences here in the present moment, but we understand the effects are longterm. We laugh as Death is literally in us. We laugh at him, because humans are powerful in that regard.
We are all going to die, yet we don't care. "Fuck you Death! Look at me dancing and laughing and crying!"
The plan was to be miserable. Give them life, but take it when it's time. We were supposed to become obsolete, but look at us now. We are immature and arrogant. There lies our greatness.
Like a newborn baby, we inhale the fire deep into our lungs. The fire the titan Prometheus stole from the Gods to gift the humanity with knowledge and deadly consciousness. We are the third generation of children. The ones that will surpass the limits of mortality
Look at us Gods! Look at us! Kneel before us. Kneel before our insatiable willpower.
We accept death as one of our own kin. We worship him as our tyrant and saviour.
Cigarettes are there to prevent me from running too fast with my car, from getting in fights, from disregarding any real human emotion, from letting the savage take the front seat.
Smoking is there to remind me I have a deathwish.
I smoke and I am walking the line between life and death. I let just a little bit of evil and destruction and chaos come into the front line. Just enough to create something, just enough to feel something different.
Smoke too much and everything goes to shit. You let yourself in the mirror take too much control and everything bad in you becomes a reality. But this risk is half the fun...
- Thatredbeardguy
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