Sometimes I imagine theres an overlay or a function on Google Maps that would show me all the places Ive ever smoked: a tiny black flag for every cigarette
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The first verse in this song goes: Im just a pack of cigarette Im going to burn down all the love and the hate, the right, the wrongs Even the godd*mn world Ive been livin in for my whole life Smoking kills, I know Its my f******g business, you b*****s stop, dont talk sh*t Ashes falling like snow Ive been changin the flow Time to let go of the past, the memories, the stacks of truth Diaries without priorities I already killed myself out of f******g fears Smoke, drink, people, I know they stink Mix them all up and I put em in the sink I dont do the dishes cause its my f******g script After a dozen years, I can now feel the creepiness back again I dont belong here, poetry died and love was buried Anyway, since you and I believe in different truths Then I dont blame you I dont blame you Love will probably fail In November 2023, RM had inadvertently posted a photo of himself smoking a cigarette outdoors with a friend on his Instagram stories
Tony started asking me questions, and then it turned into about a three-hour monologue about himself
