Smoking is a Habit, then what?

Smoking is a habit; a couple of puffs it forms a fog in a closed area…Weed is a vice, organic in its own way, call the gardener to plant some more… Ecstasy is happy, just make sure the sun isn’t up…Cocaine is snot formed after getting one initial high but what about the next?…Sex is deadly, the heart stops every millisecond after one boring orgasm. The thoughts of a pseudo –literary junkie wanting to explode…a poseur in all its respect; but no fluidity of words, and no sense after all. A rock star wanna be… frustrated like Wiley coyote who cannot outsmart the road runner or its just the fact that the road runner is smarter than the coyote… the four cornered, tile covered bathroom as a studio… would the band’s name Joe d’ Mango and the Love Notes hit the mainstream. A struggling student…wanting to be the educator of whimsical antics. A true radical philosopher (?) in every aspect or maybe not…defining and finding the meaning of entwined souls and lip – locked bliss. Could the three coins thrown in the fountain enough to contain all the rants and raves of a person that’ll be making a wish? Why do beauty queens answer the same stupid line “love and world peace”? Does God really exist? More so, God is really the boogie man waiting to jump on your pitiful soul. When and how would this entry end… with a period or a question mark…which is better black or white? And if smoking was a habit, then what?