I just don’t want anyone messing around with my pure smoking pleasure.

But to be honest the true face of smoking is disease, death and horror
not the glamour and sophistication the pushers in the tobacco industry try to portray.
I just don’t want anyone messing around with my pure smoking pleasure.

But to be honest the true face of smoking is disease, death and horror
not the glamour and sophistication the pushers in the tobacco industry try to portray.
I answer the heroic question “Death, where is they sting?”
with
“It is here in my heart and mind and memories.“

Death not merely ends life,
it also bestows upon it a silent completeness,
snatched from the hazardous flux to which all things human are subject.



