A tear of cigarette smoke,
a tear like any other tear
but not in everyone's opinion.
Anyway, a tear is a tear is a tear.

And the one, strong as granite in the wind and raging rain of tears, crying and wailing
creates a world full of all kinds of kindness - tears over oceans of tears.
Can you see the sea of tears, my will to say – what is the meaning of a tear today?

The world's Creator created a world in which the good and the bad
crowd together in a smoky night club - deep talk of glowing tears.

To have a one-night stand, to fall into your bed.
To share your reason for crying tears over tears by trying to climb to your position
step by step by stair by stair by tear over tear.
With no success.
To fight to hold back your tears.

The smoke of small wars over bread full of worms
and the smoke of big wars over words in your smoky world and the worms in your head.

The smoke of cigarettes smoked from the time of genesis
in hollow bamboo shoots directly from the glowing fire
burning with the tree of hashish inhaled to know knowledge,
to know like to have sexual intercourse.

The smoke of Philip Morris from Virginia
and the smoke of R.J Reynolds.

An addiction, small and stupid, to sucking
inhaling exhaling inhaling great small suck.


The base addiction of a prostitute from Amsterdam
and a maturing youth that grows into harm.

The power of men who control the Creator's world of smoke
forcing nicotine and more nicotine to reduce the population.
With no bargaining who shall be a slut and suck – no money negotiations.

A small cigarette smoke tear – a small tear from the smoke of cigarettes
washing the eye of the sight of the organized chaos of the fire dragon fighting no prince.

Like the battalions and divisions of Nazis in the Second World War,
their boots stomping as they march in squads with rifles on their hips with the full force of the fire dragon, exhaling smoke and leaving behind only ashes.

Creator, the Jews dared say,
He is the God who created the good.
And us, the Hebrew people like the blind after him, could not see.
Like soldiers after their marshal warlord
drugged all over the world.
Behind us tears of blood.
We leave behind only blood in tears of love – bloody tears of blind love.

After Moses, drawn quickly before a common Nile crocodile swallowed him,
we march to conquer territory.

Territory conquered by their conquerors and their conquerors conquered by their conquerors that were conquered by their conquerors.

And new Jews will come to the world.
In the seventeenth century they stopped wandering, living only with words, silver and gold, and believing in God.
But in the twentieth century, after half of them were destroyed,
with the sin of conceit that showed the world
the "chosen" people" and where they were born.
Thus scattered in all the territories on this world,
and picked only the best apples grown,
and the half that went up in flames and smoke leaving only ashes also conquered territories - with the odors of human meat they were bound in the next world as a present to God.
Those left dared demand the same piece of land
that brought them this time a state treaty.

But it's all so tricky.

What is the destiny of a conquering country?

Obviously!

To be conquered!

By way of peace or by way of war – a tear from gun-smoke is tricky with pity.
It's useless like having pity on a face with a tear – from fear.

The world's Creator was wrong leading us on a journey of the insane to a place to live
in fear, banal fear like the fear of a roller coaster
– once conquerors, next conquered.

Man won't have religion or territory.
Group by group, tribes will roam after their food
to the rhythm of trance music, they will eat innocent sheep.
Like the first innocent sheep Cain tasted and said was good.
And murdered with a serrated spear his brother Abel whose mouth breathed the odors of the leftover meat between his teeth, of the many sheep eaten who ate the fruits of Cain.

Many sheep eaten by sacrifice – not to God – but to human beings.
Why is it surprising that Cain the farmer was angry?
Why is it also surprising that Cain slept with his mother and sisters?
A sacrifice to God – must be humans that sacrifice sheep in a barbecue.

And I. A Jew with a sharp nose raises its tip slightly as a sign of pride over nothing.
And I.... And I... shed here a tear almost completely dry, when shall I die?
I... shed here a tear almost completely dry because of American-made cigarette
smoke.
Aware of all those starving in Rwanda.
And the jobless in streets and hookers and sluts in the dark – inject fix.
Aware of those who eat for free.
Aware of the world's rich who wallow in cream sauce, caviar, and golden lobsters,
intoxicated – drunk on champagne.
Attentive to the genocide of the Albanian people.
I converse on the phone with my comrades, heavily smoked from the smoke of the forbidden tree whose bodies full of ecstasy and LSD burst the dams of order into the wonderful disorder of the present existence.
I look forward to the future.

Tomorrow is the Passover Seder.
My aunt doesn't like people smoking near her,
but I will smoke in her presence!
I will look at the disorganization of the Passover Seder
and say what the wicked son says …
And search for escape routes to Nirvana through wine or marijuana.
And in my head world wars will rage.
I will be the devil and the angel and if I want also Elijah the prophet, if only I want.
And always, always I will want everything different. Change.I will want the Creator of Darkness to rule
and not of light.
Not any kind of light,
not even a little orange cigarette flame,
no more smoke
no more not useful ashes!
Just darkness
Only darkness!


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