| Amount of texts to »cigarette« | 34, and there are 31 texts (91.18%) with a rating above the adjusted level (-3) |
| Average lenght of texts | 254 Characters |
| Average Rating | -0.029 points, 10 Not rated texts |
| First text | on Apr 25th 2000, 11:12:04 wrote healer about cigarette |
| Latest text | on Aug 5th 2007, 13:58:58 wrote a about cigarette |
| Some texts that have not been rated at all
(overall: 10) |
on Jan 9th 2004, 01:03:55 wrote
on Jul 3rd 2000, 02:57:15 wrote
on Aug 5th 2007, 13:58:58 wrote |
Cigarette's are the true bitch goddess of my life. The very bain of my exisitance. From yellow fingers and yellow teeth. To smelly clothes and the guilt of killing everyone around you. Any introverts paradise and an extroverts nightmare!
there was a time when i'd have sold my soul for a cigarette. i'd have sold my soul for a drag off of anyone's cigarette. c'mon, just one little puff, c'mon please!
i used to specialize in quitting smoking. i'd quit smoking every year. sometimes twice. once i think i quit 3 times. each time nicotine would come sneaking around after a few days and whisper in my ear. »ssssara,« nicotine would say, »ssssssara, remember how you love me? remember how good we are together? sssssssara?« and i would remember, and remember how good, and bingo! there i'd be with a cancer stick between my lips again.
and then one day i quit, and i didn't start again. i didn't get grouchy and i didn't get fat from nervously eating chocolates. i just stopped and that was it.
Open a pack of cigarettes. Look at them. Snug as pharaohs, wrinkled and brown, entombed in a cardboard sarcophagus.
he smokes out o his pack of fags and mumbles about the »Nortern Lights« which were really something hanging on a washline and he was drunk.
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