Jazzz me up

"There's something beautiful, watching the sun rise while hearing the soothing whispers of a smooth sax playing in an old jazz song...mmm, heaven."

Now that is all the creativity that I could think of when posting up my new status.

Facebook is just one of the addictions I should cut loose.

The other is me and my new smoking habit I've taken upon. Now, not just some old Lucky Strike cigarettes from the 80´s, but the special kind. The one's that get you buzzed. I'm talking about the kind that middle-aged men with rastas smoke -as stereotypical as that may sound.

If only there would be a Jazz café, here where I live. A place where smoking cigarettes from pipes, and tobacco from elongated sticks that Audrey Hepburn smoked at Breakfast at Tiffany's, would be unheard of. We'd smoke herbs. The special kind of smoke, that puts the SMOKE to smoking. The one that has a thicker cloud than what normal cigarettes would cause. And the smoke would be so heavy, that it would weigh down on the stage, while one of the spectators from the audience would hop on to perform at the Open-Mic night. The audience would simmer down to a silence. The kind of silence where all you can hear is inhale and exhale.

After the poem would come to an end, people would snap their fingers as applause to the performer. 

The saxophone would play all night. The raspy voice would burst out the sax´s mouth in flaming color. Of course this is just one of the mirages that we'd see under the influence of the exotic herbal mixture. But there's just something about smoke clouds that allure me. Fire, of course is a different matter. Once uncontrolled it can cause serious damage. 

But smoke, is just a cloud. A moving cloud that gets inhaled out the pipe like a genie from a bottle, and trapped in your lungs like a prisoner. Until you release your hold, that smoke won't come out.

And when you do eventually exhale, the poetical flow of the smoke allures you to carry on.

Intake by intake, you get the hang of it. Flying isn't so bad after all. Dry jokes have never felt so funny. Cheap 5 dollar wine has never tasted so fruity. And the strangers in the room have never made you feel so at home.

Marlboro kills, but so do other people. 

-I hope this made you hungry for more! Feel free to follow! (I'm new to this)

You guys have a nice day.

Keep them curls natural and your smiles wide ;)

xo, TheGirlWithCurls

(Song that inspired me: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M2EQfVtk-dk&feature=related )