it has been decided...the cessation of smoking is upon me.
heaven help all of us? nah, i have more sovereignty over my addiction than originally thought. it's just the cancer cells screaming at me "no!"
when my nicotinic receptors begin dumpster diving for their prey, i must remember strolling through the whit with the pink flamingos & marshmallows in the rain.
32, the magic number.
ration them.
savor them.
enjoy them while i can.
Christ, I just took it up again...sort of. Really, only sort of.
ReplyDeleteThese have been great, by the way. Genuine, lyrical. All around awesome. Keep doling them out.
as of late q, no cessation so you are "in luck?"
ReplyDeletenot as strong as i thought even with the pink flamingos and marshmallows escorting me through the whit on either shoulder.
much obliged with the approbation of these little snippets into my mind.