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Smoke signals call for Philip
Morris, Nicationa
the Klamath called it before chasing down wild
horses, put Jamestown on the
map (payback for the
land grab?) , social rituals embraced, refined, commodified
jones for faux-Turkish blends, later
cured when
fashion
intervened, cult of (obsessive compulsive)
personality kicking the habit to the
curb,
regulating it like natives to
designated outdoor reserves for their own
sake, destiny
manifest in legislated evolution, self-anointed
saviors resurrecting Joe
Camel, invoking
secondhand science & vanity cloaked in health concerns to
justify
jizya from
tobacco profiteers to wellness mullahs, curing
custom and refining history to suit their
taste, the oldest and
most particular Aroma Therapy congregation locked
out, air rage, hypochondria, slave labor smoke
screen Arabs
bearing Hispanic surname gift, TB,
MRSA & every strain of
Asian flu waved
in, PC cops dispersing the curious crowd:
'there's nothing to see here.'
Cretan Maineiac
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