if smoke follows beauty, but trails off fire, where exactly does that leave us...
dedicated to the 'me' in all of you.
i was recently thinking of the expression, "smoke follows beauty," and it really got me thinking all sorts of shit. i hadn't heard those words together in that sequence for quite a while now; it had slipped my mind for many a year. you see, i cannot seem to ever escape smoke once it has found me. it doesn't matter if i'm at a campfire, near lit incense or someone smoking a cigarette, the smoke gravitates towards me. i'll try to move out of its way, try to trick it, so to speak, almost like a game, but before i know it, i'm trying to move again, and again, only i never seem to win.
being the over analytical gemini that i am, i begin to consider where smoke comes from, fire. ok now, fire burns, we all know that. whatever the hell it is that's burning turns into ash, and the remnants float away as smoke towards someone good looking, like me. so now i'm thinking that ash is the waste of the fire product, so smoke must be the purity, right? or do i have that completely backwards? nah, waste is always what's left behind after the blood has been sucked dry.
smoke could also be looked at as a byproduct. i mean, take a fireplace log, for example. its main purpose is to fuel the flame. once the fire's drained the bark and pulp fully, it leaves an ashy carcass that has no chance of a purpose any longer. the smoke, on the other hand, is just something that happens when you introduce fire to wood.
suddenly my sanity shifts in a different direction altogether and i start reminiscing on old flames. the flood of thought that saturates my mind causes me to gasp. i am reminded of a relationship that resembled that way fire and gasoline get along together. the flame inhales the petrol with oxygen, as it exhales heat and smoke, until nothing is left, and then it suffocates. i'm not sure who was what, but i do know that the hot ones always seem to burn in the end.
so, all things considered, i believe i am finally ready to answer my question. if smoke follows beauty, but trails off fire, where exactly does that leave us? smoke leaves the fire to come to us, so we must be pretty fucking hot! good thing i want to be cremated instead of buried. actually, i'm sort of glad i didn't remember that expression any earlier than now; i have probably saved my ego quite a strain over the years...
p.s. quit wearing synthetic clothing, as it will only stick to your skin, should you ever spontaneously combust...
dedicated to the 'me' in all of you.
i was recently thinking of the expression, "smoke follows beauty," and it really got me thinking all sorts of shit. i hadn't heard those words together in that sequence for quite a while now; it had slipped my mind for many a year. you see, i cannot seem to ever escape smoke once it has found me. it doesn't matter if i'm at a campfire, near lit incense or someone smoking a cigarette, the smoke gravitates towards me. i'll try to move out of its way, try to trick it, so to speak, almost like a game, but before i know it, i'm trying to move again, and again, only i never seem to win.
being the over analytical gemini that i am, i begin to consider where smoke comes from, fire. ok now, fire burns, we all know that. whatever the hell it is that's burning turns into ash, and the remnants float away as smoke towards someone good looking, like me. so now i'm thinking that ash is the waste of the fire product, so smoke must be the purity, right? or do i have that completely backwards? nah, waste is always what's left behind after the blood has been sucked dry.
smoke could also be looked at as a byproduct. i mean, take a fireplace log, for example. its main purpose is to fuel the flame. once the fire's drained the bark and pulp fully, it leaves an ashy carcass that has no chance of a purpose any longer. the smoke, on the other hand, is just something that happens when you introduce fire to wood.
suddenly my sanity shifts in a different direction altogether and i start reminiscing on old flames. the flood of thought that saturates my mind causes me to gasp. i am reminded of a relationship that resembled that way fire and gasoline get along together. the flame inhales the petrol with oxygen, as it exhales heat and smoke, until nothing is left, and then it suffocates. i'm not sure who was what, but i do know that the hot ones always seem to burn in the end.
so, all things considered, i believe i am finally ready to answer my question. if smoke follows beauty, but trails off fire, where exactly does that leave us? smoke leaves the fire to come to us, so we must be pretty fucking hot! good thing i want to be cremated instead of buried. actually, i'm sort of glad i didn't remember that expression any earlier than now; i have probably saved my ego quite a strain over the years...
p.s. quit wearing synthetic clothing, as it will only stick to your skin, should you ever spontaneously combust...
skizzyk:
You are quite analytical...WOW! And what a twist at the end with the whole spontaneoues combustion thing. WOW! Weirdo! LOL! JK! All in good fun. Liked your post.