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Just as the drunkard who
drinks, transcends love's responsibility for his own cursed self, and thus
doing becomes a sinner, so the 'punk who smokes and smokes too much' becomes a
criminal and sociopath in order to become 'something' (in other words) merely
to exist.
Then again, you have the
dead. People too devout, or, in this case simply too good natured, to rain all
hell in their meanness and find themselves among the lost and wicked. They do
not find themselves at all, and so, they cannot be lost and wicked. It is a
problem for this kind of Christian society with all of its new found beliefs
and so, it is also, of course a problem for Sef, as he inhales the smoke of his
society's wrathful and injured feelings.
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And the more sef smokes the
more he needs to smoke some more. Though he tries to control his bad habit
walking the few blocks up to the Haymont square to a little Christian coffee
shop to find some prayerful milky peace that might satisfy the fear of his
fire. He'll stay their just long enough, these days with his cooling and lovely
wife Sarah gone, to put a bright snuff snort and easy cessation on his ways and
means of being and living creature. And he will spend hours at home, laboring
the day on ways to write his history and passage into sentences more
easing...than that smoke and fire at the end of time.
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