I am in the mood for a smoke break, one that is going to leave your head in the clouds. This smoke is not for the light hearted, or those with little tolerance. They will engulf your mind as I expel cloud after cloud from my lips. Through my nose. You are captivated by the sight. You hardly notice the transition of me switching from an ashtray to utilizing YOUR OWN MOUTH as mine. The tables turned, shifted right before your eyes and you barely realized it. You simply opened your mouth wide on your own as I commanded. No choice but clouds. No choice but ash.You are enslaved by this smoke.