sometimes I wear my lungs on my sleeve.
i know i've been sick, and i have a horrible cough,
but watching wes anderson films makes me want to smoke so bad.
it's just so classy.
but the more i think about it, the more i'm encouraged to start running again.
to be a skinny cool rocker who smokes is the image i always lapse to,
but i'll die from lung cancer that way.
i just like smoking inside, wearing nice clothes.
having my own decanter set for once...
i love the spirit of it. not in a quaffable way, but for enjoyment and dinner parties.
whoops, that reminds me. gotta buy a house first.
oh boy, this is an expensive dream....
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