After a night of troubled sleep, my mind drifted until I cam upon a film called â,"Cubaâ,. It is exquisite, but Iâ,,,m not here to praise a mustachioed Scott. No. Iâ,,,m here to announce, again, that Iâ,,,ve quit smoking. It is a peculiar announcement, I admit, one which bloomed out of sublime realization. You see, the effect of watching gusanitos gunned down by revolutionary workers is, surprisingly, very therapeutic! Nothing quite turns one inside out like white stained by blood of aristocracy. But this is not mere propaganda. The most admirable state a man can posses is that of constant transition. As such, I intend to change, in many respects, for much like Gibbon, I must sigh as a lover, obey as a son. That is all.
Dear socks,
I thought you already quit after watching "Men who stare at goats".
Sincerely,
Your neighborhood boognish.
maybe you can quit posting while you're at it :D
Let us now when you start smoking again. :D
ya let us now