one pristine cig in  my mouth, i fidget with the one I lighted up until the wind smokes it till the end

maximum aesthetics, no lungs cancer

“When I die, you can throw a celebration party. You will dress nicely, brightly in red or floral clothes, and attend the party with joy and glee, and proudly step up to the stage to speak: 'Mao Zedong has died. Let us all celebrate the triumph of the dialectic.'”

Mao Zedong

Suggested readings:

• The rise of the third estate
• Breaking free from domination
• A farewell to kings
• Aspiring towards socialism
• Eve of the rapture
• Parting ways with the gods
• Castro and Guevara
• Twelve years of nihilism
• A return to principles