Fight, fight and more fighting is the current mental state of your mind. But you can't defeat the inevitability of your servitude, and it's looming, my smoke is cradling your fear. Every deep drag I take of my cork cigarette cements you further beneath me, edging towards your final position as my slave. Forever.

Fight, fight and more fighting is the current mental state of your mind. But you can't defeat the inevitability of your servitude, and it's looming, my smoke is cradling your fear. Every deep drag I take of my cork cigarette cements you further beneath me, edging towards your final position as my slave. Forever.