A cigarette is the ultimate sex symbol, the most visible proof of sexual confidence, the indisputable hallmark of a true Diva.

A cigarette is a coyly displayed phallic manifestation of my innermost desires, it is my cry to the world - "despite all, I am alive (and wearing black lace panties)!", it is the ultimate come-hither.

A cigarette is my pledge to never submit to corporation propaganda, to political power mongering, to information witten and re-written as times dictate, to factlesness, to greed.

A cigarette is the fabricated demon of a century obsessed with survival, tittering as it is on the brink of self extermination. It is a defiant stand of those who believe that their freedom to live must extend to their freedom to die.