Smile
Every year it gets harder to just live.
Everything worth living for,
will fucking kill you,
I think the statisticians would tell you that you if you
smoked an unfiltered camel,
followed that up with several rounds of bourbon,
with beer chasers for good measure,
ate a 48 oz porterhouse steak,
with cherry pie a la mode and Irish Coffee and several more unfiltered camels for dessert,
then went home and had a nightcap of good strong port, topped off with laudanum,
you’d die instantly,
maybe so,
but you’d also die with a smile on your face.
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Thank gods we don’t live in the age of the opium dens or you’d be a goner for sure.