His finger was yellow, with each sip, the finger turned red. The smoke cleared the environment, the pupil dilated and the body relaxed. With his eyes closed he felt the addictive sensation of traveling through the labyrinths of the mind. The air turned into magical mist, descending gently, cooling everything inside. Pure ice! Thoughts were like clouds, loose, floating and anesthetizing reality. In an accelerated synapse, the heart palpitated, tolling the bell of time. He traveled through symbols, signs and everything slipping into the vacuum of oblivion. In one more drag, like a simple gesture, in the gentle delight of dirty pleasure, he filled his lungs again. Quick, cheap dopamine that passes and the body asks for more. Mmm, that tastes like ice in my throat!

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