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I hereby declare this goal to be a permanent habitat for cute and otherwise worthy entries that are unsafe elsewhere. I will never delete anything precious that’s placed here. And I’m never deleting this account.

From the picture on the wall
To the bedpost that touched them all
This is where I live
This is where I do my screaming

How do you say
“I loved you in so many other ways”
This is where I live
This is what I do best

Dreaming with so much ugliness
Waking up to all this beautiful blue
Beautiful you

From the time I walked in
To the point that we’re both arguing
This is how I live
This is where I start screaming

How do you say
“I’ve always felt this way”
This is where I live
This is what I do best

Dreamin’
Under this ugliness
Wakin’ up to all this beautiful blue
Is beautiful You

Dreamin’
Under that ugliness
Wakin’ up to all this beautiful blue

Dreamin’
Under that ugliness
Wakin’ up to all this beautiful blue
Beautiful You

Hiya, Cessie! It’s great that you and Mr. Cessie are going to be doing this together. You’ve more than doubled your chances of success, and I’m sure you’ll be tobacco-free, very soon.

If either one of you are ever on the verge of falling off the wagon, however, please let me know, and I’ll send you photos of my dad’s radiation scars, from his throat cancer treatment. My dad, John Thaw, Bill Blass, and John Gotti were all about the same age, all smokers, and all were diagnosed with throat cancer, the same year. My dad was the only one of the four who survived.

Since then, whenever he sees kids smoking, he shows them the radiation-ravaged skin on his neck, and tells them how he never thought it would happen to him, but that it catches up with every smoker, sooner or later. He tells them how he couldn’t eat, while he was undergoing radiation, and how his beard doesn’t grow on his neck, anymore. He tells them how lucky he is to still be alive, and how much luckier he is to still have his voice. It’s a free service, and very effective, as you can imagine – so please let me know if you’re ever in need.

So, good luck, Mr. & Mrs. Cessie! Trust me, if my hardcore nicotine-addicted father can quit smoking, so can you! Your lungs will be pretty and pink, before long!

Also, thanks to Joey for setting up and inviting me to this very worthwhile goal.