Come over, smoke slave! Show my your devotion. Get on your knees and start worshipping your smoking Goddess. I know you get weak when ever you see me dressed up in tight leather having a smoke. You get mad when you see me dragging my all whites, inhaling the smoke and blowing it in your face. Be thankful that I feed you with my smoke, ashes and spit! And don ́t waist any of it!