Monday, August 3, 2009
tobacco is her consort
If alcohol is queen, then tobacco is her consort. It's a fond companion for all occasions, a loyal friend through fair weather and foul. People smoke to celebrate a happy moment or hide a bitter regret. I love to touch the pack in my pocket, open it, savor the feel of the cigarette between my fingers, the paper on my lips, the taste of tobacco on my tongue. I love to watch the flame spurt up, love to watch it come closer and closer, filling me with its warmth.
~ Luis Buñuel
[California Avenue and Chicago Avenue]
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- Ray Pride
- Chicago, Illinois, United States
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