Fire















I like fire. Fire is my friend. Do you ever just get a random urge to go burn something? I do. All the time. I actually know a lot of people like that. For example, my friend found a book of matches once. So we sat down, and she lit them one by one and we watched them burn. That was fun. Or this other time, at camp, when people sprayed two entire bottles of lighter fluid on the campfire and it grew to about six feet tall. And when we were all little kids, going outside on a sunny day with a magnifying glass and burning holes in paper. (OK, I admit, some people tried it with living specimens, but they usually crawled away in time to avoid an untimely death.) I like going to church on whatever day it is that they give us all candles, because they turn off all the lights and all you can see is a bunch of little flames. It's also fun to light a candle and let it burn for a while, then stick your finger in the wax. So anyway, there are lots of fun things to do with fire. I'm told that powdered wood (as opposed to sawdust) burns really well. Something about surface area. I have some, but I haven't tried it yet. However, today I wanted to burn something. All day. I didn't get to burn anything though, because I wasn't the only one home. I don't burn things when normal people are around, because it makes them nervous. They don't say anything, but you can just see it in their eyes... Like at camp, if I "accidently" catch my marshmallow on fire, and then don't blow out the flames. I just don't know what the problem is. I like fire.















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