Rory Murphy. 18. Brisneyland.
You see that pack of Virginia killing
sticks at the end of the piano?
All you need to know about life is
retained within those four walls.
You will notice that one of your
personalities is seduced by the
illusions of grandeur. A gold
packet of king size and with a
regal insignia. An attractive
implication toward glamour and wealth,
a subtle suggestion that cigarettes
are indeed your royal and loyal
friends. And that friend,...is a lie.
Your other personality is trying to
draw your attention to the flip side
of the discussion. Written in boring,
bold, black and white is the
statement, that these neat little
soldiers of death, are in fact, trying
to kill you. And that friend,...is
the truth.
Beauty is a beguiling call to death
and I am addicted to the sweet siren
of its pitch. And that,..is why,..you
and I love the poison.
Now, please pass me a light.
