fags!

cycles...

I put these foul things in my mouth and feel extraordinary bliss.. smoke trailing through my respiratory system, exquisitely assaulting my throat with layer upon layer of nicotine.

The remnants of a binge the previous night still litter my desk like poisonous snowfall, blowing about in circles as I exhale from yet another filter of indulgence..

I must quit. What with the escalating price of cigarettes and the priceless nature of my (compromised) health, I need to quit. My health has certainly taken a backseat over the past few years. I presume it's only waiting to lash back with some great, terminal shit.

Yeah so, anyway, I'm going to quit.

Let's see how that works out.