lazypau

words are rarely doing good. these excited little bout of speeches punctuated with disgust and mock amazement (read: bitching). your ears hang on for juicy bits of news, the anticipation of the next scandal. perhaps we should learn to keep our mouths shut, to think for a minute or two before letting these words roll off our tongues. for the same reason, we should be allowed a period of time to think before we speak and yet not be thought a lagging fool. this is off point, but maybe blogs should be eradicated. after all, aren't they taking up too much web space? such a pestilence, aren't they?

cigarettes are like chocolates. they taste so good (does a cigarette taste good? does it make you feel good? subjective.) because they're bad for you. you can't help yourself but take one after another, knowing they leave you with a shorter life and stinky fingers/fat with sticky fingers. they are addictive. the smell. the lingering aftertaste. the way you can savour each drag/square. the way the cigarette is wasted when it's burning in your hands and the way the chocolate is wasted when it's melting in your hands. they're unexpected allies, them, chocolates and cigarettes. the perfect diet: cigarettes and chocolate milk, with chunks of chocolates and rufus wainwright.

speaking of chocolates, i saw a line of myst's poem, "a piece of chocolate missed is another piece of heaven lost."