nai's rhetoric

it was bright, psychedelic, and much too young for us.
the air was stale, slightly heavy but filled with a rousing euphoric aroma.

we took our seats and casted glances at the patrons.
he got up and went to the counter and came back with the stuff.

tick tick tick

at first it tasted like a heavy cigarette, but with an organic touch feel to it
strong, it was strong. it burned. as if someone was taking a blunt knife and scrapping your insides all at once.
with the exhale, you feel a sense of emptiness. like a lover departing for the seas.
it comes again, exhale, again, exhale, again, exhale and like a poisoned chalice, you pass the goblet round.
you feel it, taking it in, absorbing it into your senses. a slow throb begins and you can feel someone calling you, luring you away from the back of your head. your mouth goes dry, you sip some tea. suddenly, the air smells really fresh, the slow inhale and exhale accentuated ten fold. yesterdays worries forgotten today. its all nice and slow now. comfortable. you try your best to stifle a giggle. but you cant help it.
the stoic looks on your friends face tells you that they are bluffing. they can keep it much longer. but you refrain. you didnt want to look like a dick in public. but the more you refrain, the next convulsion of giggles hit you. everything was so fucking funny.
but the feeling is strong, you smile. you sip more tea, your mouth feels devoid of saliva but you can feel the glands running. its weird.
you start thinking thoughts, deep in thought. so deep you hear no other noises but the pounding at the back of your head. euphoria, yes thats what you're feeling. you feel as if you could make love to the ugliest woman in the world and still feel good about it.
feel good about it. yes you do. how about another round my friend?