fresh smell not so fresh

crushed coffee beans and nicotine
makes your lungs burn black
smell is good, health is not
why do such a thing to yourself?
use it as a cute little crutch
"because it releaves my stress"
good while you're having a smoke break
inhaling deep into a buzzed unconsious
feeling shitty the moment to squash that little butt
sparks fly and maybe you realize...
why the fuck do I do this?
because I'm young and look and sound just like them...
Bob Dylan, Andy Warhol, dear Janis Joplin
it's good for now, like a tattoo
cute and individual at age 18
old, wrinkly, and fallen at 59
I hope you learn your lesson, dear self
that it doesn't matter who you look like
flalling that stick in the air with graceful wisps of smokey air
reminding you about the life of a parisian girl

THE END!

as I always do

I have a new song, as I always do:
New Terrain by Mew

I bought their newest album today, and I am 110% blown away. I've listened to it through, atleast three or four times. It's so good, I cannot believe myself. Please listen to it, if you like inspirational music, seriously. So much has happened in my life, that's why I never blog anymore. Plus, I doubt anyone actually reads this; if so, thank you! I just need to lay my thoughts to rest somewhere, whichever ones they may be. I've come to realize exactly what I want to do in my life. It's called being ME. Cliche, I know. But things are always changing, so how does one keep their identity? The new project: attain the mind and persona I love and can be proud of, and keep it through all the tosses of life. Fascinating? I think so. There's just so much to do with it... Philosophy, photography, art history, creative writing, radio, poetry, travel writing, ETC. I could be happy in so many places, truely. And WORLD RELIGIONS AND SOCIOLOGY. Schools? East coast city please. Bored to Death with my favorite, Jason Schwartzman, premiers NOW. I'll get back at you later, the phone rings.