1201.

Tough love in progress.
Held up with a touch of the
bitter bitchery.

1200.

So stop being such
selfish little cunts. Yeah, I
went there, you fuckers.

1199.

I'd rather have you
all around than memories
of empty vices.

1198.

Because these machines
are made up of such fragile
parts. Handle gently.

1197.

Before our bodies
give out on this cycle of
routine abuses.

1196.

We have to learn how
to take better care of our-
selves and each other.

1195.

Rare cancers and heart
diseases. Multiple by-
passes and chemo.

1194.

My heart, and all of
yours, can't keep taking this kind
of punishment. Please.

1193.

That holds one single
common denominator.
So quit smoking kids.

1192.

Highlit by the sheer
expanse of illnesses that
keep on littering.

1191.

It's all fire and
ashes now. A life coated
in muted embers.

1190.

How quickly the change
will dissipate as the year
presses on. Backwards.

1189.

Found in a night left
to celebrations and set
focuses forward.

1188.

A lapse of senses.
Chilled air and burning wood, a
juxtaposition.