I hope you have a cigarette on hand and you better smoke it the way I instruct you to, intently, furiously - until your lungs turn black for me. Until your heart struggles. Until your body can take no more and your organs finally give out on you. Until you are nothing but dust and bones. Burn those pretty pink lungs of yours for me, the smoking queen; feed them as much nicotine and tar as they crave. I know you love the feeling and thought of ruining your health, poisoning your body for the higher purpose that is making me happy; and such sweet poison, all this smoke, even sweeter as it exi... Show more