Cigarettes & Chocolate Milk

Everything it seems that I like's a little bit sweeter and a little bit harmful for me. Indulgence gets us into a lot of trouble these days. But whether it is debauchery or depravity, we all get lost within its thick sticky skunk. But I'd rather we feel warm, and heavy rather than cold and thin. I just want to know if what I feel is a symptom of paranoia or intrinsic incrimination. I have a fascination with people. Mindless, uncouth people. They never rip or scream, or send utterances of maniacal phrases out of car roofs or chimney tunnels into the Great Expanse. I find it most peculiar that these people only suck mounds of oxygen into their lungs and blow out streams of carbon dioxide into the ether. They gargle with peroxide, and put steaks on their black eyes. .