Rhapsodizing on our fetishes are we? As we go about our daily tasks, our “life instinct” causes us to take in oxygen about every six seconds. Singers learn to ignore this instinct because they sometimes sing phrases of twenty seconds or more. Smokers train themselves likewise not only to override the need for oxygen, but to substitute poison-filled, finely sculpted, white smokey carbon monoxide welcomed by the lungs as we allow it to “come inside.” Natural survival instinct rebels with every inhalation. It is overridden by this impossibly sexy flirtation with death. Cigarettes win the battle every time as we become more and more addicted in our journey to a slow and painful death. We experience the whole battle every time we put a cigarette in our mouth. We think we might somehow escape but know we won’t. We smoke with both denial of and expectation of death. Every inhale, every time, everyday. It is a psychological and physical and very sexual thrill to even attempt the battle. How utterly dangerous and exciting! Give me your Kent.