I could.

I could, I could, I could.

I could, almost, literally, no almost die for a smoke. Open the red and white coloured packet by taking the plastic off. Pulling out the foil like substance.
One cigarette out, tapping it slowly upside down, for the tabacco to be equally divided. Medium length, more white, and then the yellowish brown with white polka dots, the butt. Clicking the lighter, a flame stands out. What magic it is.

You burn the cigarette. Inhale. Take it into your lungs, and then exhale, with some smoke out of it. You watch the smoke collide with the air particles. It dangles, like a belly dancer's ass.
Inhale. Exhale.

Feel the pressure being removed from your head. Light headedness. Bliss.
Inhale. Exhale.

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Unknown said…
i specially lov this one... nothin nothin nothin makes me light headed apart from sheesha tho...

belly dancers ass ?? i thought it was more about the belly :D !!!
Monday, October 27, 2008 2:55:00 AM
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