I don't know what it is in this ciggarret that thrills me so much? Maybe it's because it is a stick of beauty, delicate white paper, folded symmetrically, to fit my hand and to dry my lips. A puff of grayness, the feeling of your lungs being filled up with something other than air... new discovered freedom. A little bit of rebellion, in my hands. Society does not accept this, and i feel as if i'm unique, rebellious for a friction of eternity. I am a part of a whole other culture, a culture that is going against what is accepted. Or maybe I just like seeing the gray smoke being gently carried away by the cool breeze of the evening. I love the orange light, it lightens my passage of thoughts. I have never felt more relaxed, depanding on something makes it so much easier for me to focus on other thoughts. The neccessaty of holding something between my fingers, as erotic as a woman's thin body, and then, slowly bringing it to my lips in a kiss of deadly passion. It lets me know, that i am indeed in control of my life... and death. It is all in my hands, in the form of a white cylinder, mixed with that brown substance that has such a sweet aroma of the jamaica flower before it is touched by the godly strengh of the flame, and then, has the mistereus, yet, so well known smell that hunts my finger tips for ages and ages. I'm in love with it, my delicate white flower, I mourn every centimeter of its slow death... The last puff, the last rush of chemicals into my bloodstream gives me such a feeling of satisfaction, yet, it also makes me sad... for it all being gone. It makes me appriciate life. Smoking, and smokes by themselves are art... just like everything else in this world. Just off the mind of a smoker in search of better pleasures. * Disclaimer: The poem "The Art of Smoking" is by Pavel Rubin (moi), copyright 2004. Do not use it without my permision.
Hey, come on man. Don't go and ruin his thread just because you didn't like his posts in that stupid joke thread. He's allowed to post pictures of himself here if he wants to. What happened to being a "hippie," Fractual_?
Touching. You have a poem in mind for the hole in your throat and the oxygen tank you're going to be carrying beside you when you're older? hhf
Thanks for the kind words Fractual The rest, true, smoking isn't the best or smartest thing one could do, c'est la vie... It is my choice though, and I do see it as an art, like anything else in life... which is why I chose to take these pics. I would much rather smoke ciggarets than marijuana. Ciggs do not lower my capacity to be functional in the world, marijuana does.
hey, i really like your pictures a lot (and the poem). although smoking IS very bad for you, there is still something about it that attracts me to it. personally, it feeds my oral fixation. it can be beautiful, but it can also be very ugly. i just quit a few months ago, and my boyfriend is trying to quit today. it makes him go crazy. its scary how one little roll of paper and leaves can gain so much control of a person! good luck
Thank you Thanks I agree, is is bad, I also have the thing of oral fixation though, I try to substitute ciggs with pens, but ink isn't much healthier The way I know myself, I can quit, but inorder to actually want to quit, I need to have a person for whom I could quit.
I'm a non smoker. Actualy, depends on what is inside the paper. I tried to smoke but i just can't find anything interesting. Rolling is my favourite discipline... BTW You did a great job with this thread.