A
Smoker’s plea to the Universe (and herself)
we smoke down to the filter
as if we have renewable lungs
but we recycle the empty packs
because we’d rather
kill ourselves
than the earth.
Picked up this beautiful black fur piece at a vintage store in Belmont yesterday. It was the perfect touch for the art gallery concert I went to last night. It kept me warm outside and feeling glamorous inside!
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