We'll see. I strongly believe in the organic growth of art, so I'll let this growth expand as such.
...heh....'growth'.


Addiction v.2'A cigarette perched between her lips...' And we understand the image. The dried lip skin holding the covered filter. The ash castle about to collapse off the end. A shockwave as she passes her tongue over her gums. The ring of fire. Oh, lest we not forget, the ring of fire.Addiction v.2
I wonder where this addiction comes from. Is it nature's way of killing off itself Or supplying a deviation from the pains of the world? A juxtaposition of pain? Or is it a man-made pain; Our own way of thinning the herd, Or distracting ourselves from the other man-made pains?  


AddictionI'm wondering where the coffee goes. Every cup courses through my veins. I won't be lame and describe the feeling I get, Nor it's colour nor it's flavour nor texture. No...I won't be that guy.Addiction
But I do wonder where it goes. Cause I seem to use so much of it, And still, I need it every day. Wait...
This is addiction. I know addiction when I see it. You're telling me that it doesn't matter where it goes. The mere fact that I'm writing about it makes it an addiction. But...but...those thoughts aren't related. Oh. Ok. &nb
ID PIC
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"One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!"
--The Jabberwocky, Lewis Carroll.
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The world will look up and shout
"Save us!"
And I'll whisper
"No."
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