When the Smoke Settles

Constantly thumbing and shaking the lighter; searching for a loophole in the array of codes written by the Master Programmer. Fulfilling the uncontrollable urge to self-destruct at the neighborhood shop or tracing the kill switch back to the colleague’s pocket. The Two fingers glued to a cigarrete- touches the lips by a fluke to muffle the voice of addiction.


Published by: flatlined84

A thinker outside the quarantine zone. The words on this blog will assault your senses, would make you curse in the holy name of Bard. If that's not enough, leave a piece of your mind in the comments section- the writer is on the dole and is always hungry.

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