As another day closes, and it’s way past bed time I will keep this short, the day passed as many others have pretty much uneventful as usual, but the one thing that struck me is how many people smoke here, and how unaware they are of the dangers of secondary smoke on the ones around them, I thought I had seen the last of a smokey studio years ago, but to my surprise I seem to be in the depths of one in this day and age….. you would think that all the literature about the dangers, the very fact that it tells you on the pack that it KILLS, seems to not phase people here at all.
You see that pack of Virginia killing sticks on the end of the piano?
All you need to know about life is retained within those four walls.
You will notice that one of your personalities is seduced by the illusions of grandeur.
A gold packet of king size with a regal insignia.
An attractive implication toward glamour and wealth.
A subtle suggestion that cigarettes are indeed your royal and loyal friends.
And that, Pete, is a lie
Your other personality is trying to draw your attention to the flip side of the discussion.
Written in boring, bold, black and white, is the statement…
…that these neat little soldiers of death, are, in fact, trying to kill you.
And that, Pete, is the truth.
Oh, beauty is a beguiling call to death and I’m addicted to the sweet pitch of its siren.
That that starts sweet ends bitter.
And that which starts bitter ends sweet.