Arms flowing like ribbons swirling
As that cig goes up to the mouth
For another drag, again and again.
Head pounding, heart sounding
And in the eyes the colors reach for you.
Pink, yellow, purple, orange, fire spinning swirls
Like a mist embracing as you're spiraling.
There's a heartbeat in the ears
And a voice in the hands
And a mosaic going through the blood.
Then the silver puffs floating up
And it makes the most beautiful pattern.
It'll twirl around with the colors wrapping around you.
Then you can look down at the flame between index and middle,
The brightest color in the neon tornado.
The flame sings with silver too, but not as much as you.
The flame dwindles and flickers till it's gone
So the pocket brings the fire sparker
Along with flame #2 minus the flame.
Spark the chalk piece and colors come back alive.
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 10:05 AM UTC
Arms flowing like ribbons swirling
As that cig goes up to the mouth
For another drag, again and again.
Head pounding, heart sounding
And in the eyes the colors reach for you.
Pink, yellow, purple, orange, fire spinning swirls
Like a mist embracing as you're spiraling.
There's a heartbeat in the ears
And a voice in the hands
And a mosaic going through the blood.
Then the silver puffs floating up
And it makes the most beautiful pattern.
It'll twirl around with the colors wrapping around you.
Then you can look down at the flame between index and middle,
The brightest color in the neon tornado.
The flame sings with silver too, but not as much as you.
The flame dwindles and flickers till it's gone
So the pocket brings the fire sparker
Along with flame #2 minus the flame.
Spark the chalk piece and colors come back alive.
what i feel like getting high would be like. it's not always so magical sparkles glitter rainbow though. (pleaaaseeeee don't take this description to the heart, getting high is not recommended).
liddy used to always smoke cigarettes when she couldn't sleep-tv girl
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