Charred Lung for Enlightenment!
The pact doesn't get any worse! A smoking monk? corrupted politician? biased journalist or untended repose of highest echelons! The reasons hummed from the tums of note that monk doesn't have agreements with Buddha not to smoke. That reckons the slightest bits of our built in pseudonym in becometh what we never wished in. The distorted image wasn't built on a sandy mile; the century flukes turned it's massive inn down! The regency stands no gap on turmoil; the post off law hath come it shall be. Limits are just exaggerated facade! Sky is not a point. Lost in pangs of defining our narrow knowing; can emptiness be a relative usage? Journalists of biased sanction unfurls the note!
In the midst of adjunct focus, the culture abducts our freedom. And in yonder sense the sole reason for ethics! The relative tenderness of lone moment doesn't fray you on your freedom of self! The society is norm! The culture a civic rule. That's why our giant ancestors leveled a closest platform for us to be in. Civilizations; Organizations, Parties; Gatherings are the plethora of means our giants gave shoulder for us!
Despair! The freedom tunes to best of one's leisure! Probably for one time nonetheless when you see a man with brightly colored "What Makes you Not a Buddhist" in his right hand and the bulge of round cigar on the left! The clasp won't work! In the hindsight; was a question, A charred Lung for Enlightenment? The coffee wasn't doing the trick!