Damnsle Inthis-Dress

poety, rants, and self-loathing self-acceptance...what could be more fun difficult annoying ridiculous outrageous?

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Je pense, donc je doute. Je suis. Je pense.

Monday, September 24, 2007


I really just have nothing to say right now.

again *sigh*

Maybe later.

Saturday, September 01, 2007

Sugar and spice and everything....

Did you know that cigarettes can taste sweet? That with the right coating on your tongue and the correct inhalation technique, cigs can taste just fine.

Tongues are strange things. A mass of ruinously strong muscle covered with alien-looking buds, all equally stupid and talented. Sweet registers at the tip, salt to the left and to the right. There’s more to it, but that’s the basics; that’s all that really matters.

If you coat your mouth with the correct substances (I’ve found that red wine, pizza grease and despair work best) then inhale the poisons from a cigarette so that the smoke hits the tip of your tongue, slipping down the middle of the muscle then going on to invade your throat and conquer your lungs, it tastes like sugar. The feel of it on the tongue is like being hit with a stream of high powered powdered sugar.

It’s been said that in the face of the intolerable that death is sweet. Sweet as confectioners sugar inhaled through a pipe. Death as a sweet conclusion, death as a sweet coming home, death as a sweet goodbye. Death as sweet release.

Slow suicide sweet as sugar and more addicting. The problem presents when you actually want to live. To taste the sweet life.