I can do things with my voice currently that I would really like to be able to do thirty, forty years from now. This is why I have decided to attempt to part myself from from those cigarettes. Well, regular consumption, anyway. Let's be realistic, if you offer me one, I'll take it. I am getting really close to accomplishing this, but there is one thing that still gives me nasty cravings: poetry. Specifically, critiquing poetry. Goddamn it, my trachea is hungry right now. I think I will have better success when my academic contempt lessens.

Ravi struck at 14:29