Smoke your hand-rolled cigarettes.
Taste the bitter tobacco you’ve loved since seedhood.
Breathe the smoke as it fills your lungs and pushes out oxygen and happiness.
Until one day you remember to care.
And then you get it.
That through smoking you’ll die and through smoking you’ll live.
And you’ll find your great perhaps.
And the passion and nicotine rush through your blood.
And maybe it’s worth it after all.
R.I.P. Elliot Smith
the complications you could do without
Sufjan Stevens - Casimir Pulaski Day
today you may be feeling sad and gloomy and your hair may not be as beauteous as it usually is but at least you never bought a Kony 2012 kit