in the wintertime…

smokingthe assertion of choice is nothing without pride yet millions of smokers cower from the frost and inclemency while huddling around slightly ajar portals dangling fags in the freeze. six feet under and with the choice, the marlboro man puffs away without cracking open his casket but the modern smoker has devolved to be mild as may once more. be work as it may, a slow suicide in of itself, it is high time that the modern smoker proudly take their life in their own hands, betwixt the index and middle to pull unrepentantly from their preferred brand of drug delivery device in the winter as a reclamation of the spirit and individuality that smoking’s marketers so carefully cultivated in years past.

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