I know how much you love getting fucked up for Me. Allowing My voice to be the only sound in your head. Falling deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole with every hit. Who needs brain cells? you certainly don't. I control you. There's no need to think- I do that for you. I tell you exactly when to inhale & how long to hold it in. I tell you exactly when to stroke. you wouldn't dare disobey Me, and why bother trying when this feels so good? Smoke. Send. Stroke.