My cancerous lungs JOI. That's the goal: black, tar-infested lungs. Smoking as much as I do on a daily basis, you'd think I'd be sick and tired of cigarettes by now... No. My body, my lungs and my heart crave nicotine and they will forever. And as I pump my body full of it and tar, I want you to stroke it to the thought of my damaged, cancerous lungs; I picture them looking identical to the ash every now and again I flick off my cancer sticks: dry, sick looking, grey in color and with patches of rot. So sexy. And so is addiction. Doesn't addiction look so good on me? x