Riesin, kleine floristin ist jetzt meine zigarette

Oh aren't you adorable. Looks like you came in a bundle of Tulips I bought from the store. You are so tiny, are you the florist? Well, isn't that just adorable. Where did you come from? Oh well you know where you are going. Time to shove you into my cigarette and smoke you to a crisp and into my lungs to see the world of black and tar charcoal lungs with specks pieces and reminders of other Tiny little men who found the same fate.