You aren't worth a moment of My time. My attention is even more precious than that - you should get down on your knees and give thanks that I am even allowing you to look at My beautiful face. But I am feeling like a nice Goddess today - I will allow you to watch as I wrap My lips around the curve of a delicious cigarette, soft red lips parting to blow out soft clouds of smoke. Go ahead and whimper, beg to be noticed - I won't hear a word with these adorable headphones blaring music in My ears. You don't exist to Me. But that won't stop you, will it, pet? You'll worship My smoke, happily, greedily, gratefully. You are lucky to even get this much