My human ashtray sadly isn’t one of the prettiest objects I own, but his tongue is big and flat…ideal for flicking my ashes on to. His mouth wide enough to hold all my cigarette remains. His lungs surely blackened by my smoke that I make him inhale. But I decide to bag this ugly slave’s head, so I don’t have to look at him anymore and I can only see and use what matters: his mouth, his ashtray opening.