YOU GOTTA LOVE THIS ONE.
THIS IS A CEILING MURAL IN A SMOKER’S LOUNGE.
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Blew me away! Love this one! Thanks!
Fantastic!
that’s amazing. Do you think anybody looking up would maybe get the hint and do the great smoke out? Kind of sad too..I’ve watched more than one relative suffer a slow painful death due to smoking.
Lisa…that is the exact thing I thought too!! I wouldn’t be smoking in that room! Not that I smoke but I wouldn’t feel right doing anything bad in that room! *shivers down my spine*
I’m so glad you put this up! I think it’s creepy and a good reminder at the same time.
I really didn’t want to post this one but changed my mind!! One must always keep an open mind!!!
It’s funny, I wouldn’t have walked on that clear bathroom floor but I’d go in this room!!!!
Creep-ayyyyy!
That would FREAK ME OUT! Then I would laugh my a$$ off! LOL
Wow, that’s awesome! That is very creative.
My dad lost one lung from smoking and never did quit. He did get good at hiding where he was smokeing. Kinda like a teen aged boy out back behind the barn.
To have to watch him laying on his hospital/death bed with that greyish look to him and all the tubes… He always said it was his decision and not ours. Yeh, and it was our decision to stand at his bedside and watch him slowly die.
I can’t think of a single thing more selfish than a person who smokes.
mssc, wouldn’t you feel bad no matter what your dad died of? Isn’t death hard no matter what? Most people who are dying don’t look pretty. My mother in law never smoked a day in her life and we lost her way to early from complications to diabetes and heart problems and she was hooked to machines also. Same with my grandma. She laid “alive” for 5 years suffering from stroke after stroke and couldn’t speak. Death is hard no matter what the cause is.
Joy, of course I would but I couldn’t help remembering all those trips in the Plymouth with him and mom smoking and me laying on the floor with my face stuck under the seat to try to get some “fresh air.”
My dad was a pretty selfish guy anyway. If it wasn’t cigarettes it would have been alcohol. Most of his life it was all about him. In the end it was just to difficult to quit.
However, I will say that (because of my dad) I had one of the most profound spiritual experiences in my life.
http://mssc54.wordpress.com/2008/08/26/my-angel-story/
I’m just feeling a bit meloncholoy today. 😦