[Anonyman!]

Heh, that thread made me smoke a cigarette. Sweet, chaotic, ever-twirling smoke. Twisting in the air, your sanguine, putrid but sweet scent. No euphoria comes with you, only a quiet self loathing that travels through your lungs, forever darkening you. The nicotine pulls you in like a shadowy embrace from a lover, holding you tight with both love and the feeling to ensure their possession over you is strong. As you exhale, all this departs and the burning, fiery feeling in your soul is put out. Then, you continue, whether you want to or you need to, you continue. Smoke on, comrades. Smoke on.



Nah, I think the mods are doing a very hard job and they deserve better than a tard like me. However, I plan on staying for a wittle bit so my sorrow and sympathy may be empty and useless feelings.