February 5, 2007

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matches matches everywhere


i carry 2-5 matches in my coat pocket.

a blond lounge singer reaches for a cigarette. before she can say, "do you have a....", a robust flame will roar between my fingers. a few puffs later i'll be gone. who could ever date a smoker?

Posted by steveh at February 5, 2007 12:01 AM