Coffee and Cigarettes

09 April 2009

Decent coffee, I have been telling my aunt that we have to use the coffee maker, I need decent coffee, we all deserve decent coffee.

I always brew a strong brew, they say i waste the beans, but I want coffee, not colored water.

Powdered coffee, its never right, its too weak and feels lacking, too soft, too smooth, I don't know how to describe coffee, I just tell as i taste.

Tell as I taste.

Three sugars please, and no cream, no milk.

I would've had my coffee at those coffee shops, but I don't like sitting surrounded by coffe-poseurs. Drinking their candy-coated, milk-diluted, fancy-named, so-called coffee. It isn't even coffee. And besides, I won't pay that much for that little coffee, coffee has its right to be brewed and drank at a price fit for real people.

On second thought, hold the sugar too.

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I haven't chain-smoked for weeks, my body is craving its poison.

The phleghm isn't black yet, thank whoever.

I've been having coughs this past few weeks, it might be the lack of smoking, it must be a real cough bacteria, it might be the chain-smoking.

A pack rests behind the phonebooks in a corner table in the living room. I can't leave them around while my grandma is in the country, she's staying with us.

I really need a smoke, my sweat lacks the poisonous sweet smell, my breath seems different, my dog can't recognize me by scent.

On second thought make that two smokes.

Pick you poison, pick your poison, pick your poison, pick your poison.

O hell, make it a pack, burn it in an hour.

or less.