Sunday, September 03, 2006

crushed glass

yeah, the bastard thinks he's going to have to stop smoking. once upon a time when i started to use the treadmill, chicago jerkface made a remark about how smoking and getting on a treadmill after a long time of inactivity will make you feel like you have crushed glass in your lungs. this always makes me think of a joy wulke sculpture i saw at the allendale shopping mall in massachusetts. now i haven't used the treadmill for a couple days but i woke up with that feeling and i'm thinking, it's time for a little breather(hah! get it?! ahhhhhh go to hell) from my nicotine infused crutch. you see, there's glass in my lungs. oh well, rains stopped.

—the bastard

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