Well Jesus Christ. Let me get crazy.

And why doesn't everyone get crazy sometimes?

If you havn't tried it; then who are you to say that I shouldn't be?

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Electrons trigger the smell of tobacco
into my nose.
Perhaps the smell keeps me wondering
that perhaps this addiction is all in my mind.
Taps me on the shoulder, like.
No less, I am the same.
With a mind that haggles meanings and terms
everything explodes.
Ten inches deeper than yesterday.