Also, if your blood is kissing your bones all the time, then it's not doing its job delivering oxygen to your brain. I say, whip that lazy ass blood into gear. If you don't discipline your blood, it won't be long before the rest of your body starts slacking off. Your sphincter will start showing up late and taking tons of smoke breaks, and you're all like, Dammit guy, I need to poo, but it's all WHATEVER BOSS IN A MINUTE GOD. You've got places to be, nonsensical quasi-poems to write, you don't have time to sit on the crapper waiting for it to finish its cigarette.
Now everybody is imagining your anus dragging on a Marlboro while you look distinctly uncomfortable.