Monday, April 03, 2006
There comes a time, after having ignited many smoke bombs over the ages, when one realises that instead of merely blinding those detractors, the smoke of varying colours and intensities has also silently begun to blind oneself, severing the clear path to escape. Gradually the smokescreen closes in from all directions. And eyes rearing skywards in claustrophobic terror, one discovers that maybe, maybe, there had been one too many smoke devices.
The question, therefore, begs. How does one extricate himself from the enveloping smog, especially when he still has yet to extradite himself from the bad habit of pulling the smoke trigger every time he perceives threat?
The question, therefore, begs. How does one extricate himself from the enveloping smog, especially when he still has yet to extradite himself from the bad habit of pulling the smoke trigger every time he perceives threat?
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