chase can't drive 55 but i can drive 53, 54?

Her transparent skin was wrapped around half smoked, hand-rolled cigarettes that were her fingers clinched round the pen I handed her. I replied to her question with dishonest hospitality. The oxygen pumped. Her eyes sank through bifocaled lenses into a gap in my forehead. She continued in a daze and the transaction was complete.

Another joke? Who cares what it looks like, just... Is it really that funny? Just don't hold me so tight. I'd rather lay in your satchel. At least there I don't feel so alone. It is colder there, but your hand is too rough for me. Just leave me here, I don't want to feel alone.