Shake your skinny fist at the sky
Jealously rides on the back of my lust
A nihilistic reason to quit cigarettes: If one has nothing to believe in, then one is left with nothing but the immediate and perhaps an occasional back pedal into memory. One does not believe, and, so shed of this burden, one has no choice but simply to be. Cigarettes, if used habitually, define a person. What then if one chooses not to believe that one is a smoker? One quits, naturally. “I am not a smoker: I be.”
Live on the coast, and quit for sure. Jesus!
("I wish I were just slightly off. Like the toilets in the south that just flush straight down too quickly to go the wrong way.")