I'd like to do a documentry: Sex, Society, and Children
It's not that I haven't written. I've been pouring my heart out onto the inside of the paper tubes of cigarettes. The words flow out of me then I suck them up into my lungs, inhaling deeply, and they make me feel lightheaded and nauseous and sorry for myself. That's why it's been so hard to quit. I'm not addicted to tobacco. It's my own poison words that I can't do without. What could I do with them besides choke?
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