Latoeb

"This shit is gonna be Inception, except backwards like Memento."

Almost as if they think your choice is unconscious. "Oh god! How did this smokeable get lit and in between my fingers!" It may be a conscious clearing ticket to punch. In no other circumstance is it socially acceptable to look someone in the face and tell them that the choice they made is wrong. I only hear it once per person. Their name has been cleared. What am I, a guilt factory? "Maybe if I had told that smoker that smoking is bad, they would have stopped." Who thinks that? Update from the future: I used to smoke unfiltered hand rolled cigarettes in college. I was living with my dad, and it was a useful outlet. I slowed down, switched to vaping for years. (douche-flute, light-saber, robot dong, etc) (before it was cool) Since my partner had to quit, I quit in solidarity. It's hard. And you need to be able to self examine in order not to be a huge jerk. You have to be able to ascribe your clenched jaw to a chemical dependency, and not blame other people fo

Lenin and Stalin had similar ideals, but different executions. Kids are like going out to eat. You get a steaming thing brought to your table, then are slapped with the huge check. No way can you handle the whole thing there, so you take it home. Then it lives in the fridge and starts to grow fuzz and smell bad so you throw it out.

I wish I had more control of how I see. Cloves get harsh towards the end. Constantly I am witnessing and forgetting, wishing I could lengthen the shutter speed. Then I could step back and look at everything that just happened. I could see how the stars move, and the shapes of a persons walk. I could dig deep into the visual How of it all. Adrenaline making the image clear as I drive, I want to blur the green lights ahead of me into brush strokes. But what I see is constantly in a state of "Just Then," and then gone. I once wrote that pillows seem softer when you are drunk. Now I think that is because you don't remember lying down.