Smoke dances seductively while ascending from my to-this-day anonymous Pipe; undulating and contorting, all according to the movement of this particulate crystal lattice we call 'Air', with which all these fans are *******.
As Light transfixes the Smoke, revealed is some Grain of Wood like texture floating and distorting elegantly and eloquently as 5 centimeter thick cross-sections, courtesy of the not quite fully open Blinds.
A brief satirical sketch using excessively bastardized and frivolous Language; I find it sorta funny and kinda cute, but I'm a demented excuse for an Artist:
"Avast, scallywag! What is that there, of which thou partakest in pyrolyzed particulate form?!" "Forsooth, figure of sanctioned Authority! I assure thee that I only partake of the socially sanctioned things, for only they cannot render one in potential harm! Why else would some things be law-abiding if not to protect the people from themselves?" "Aha! So I see. It is indeed best when people question not the powers that be! Best be on thine way, then!"