Etherios: 01. - Blog Posts

etherios.

s.c.  //  @heiritor

     “  you’ve got me fucked up,  “  the angel snarks, exhales smoke through swollen lips.  he still smells of sex, now laced with cannabis and the faint hint of coke.  he sniffles, moans softly as his high rushes back onto him.  his eyes are hazed as passes the blunt without rising.  “  what makes you ask that anyway?  “

               THERE’S AN ELONGATED PERIOD OF silence amalgamated with a tincture of an exhibited skepticism in the fissures of a honey-wrought countenance.  he draws both brows higher,  a deep sigh to punctuate his overall exaggeration,  peppermint-pink tongue running along the plumpness of his lower lip in a pageantry of authentic thoughtfulness.   ❛     I MEAN... YOU’RE OFFERING ME,  a stranger,  weed.    ❜