Is it normal to have such a burning sensation?
Addiction. How quixotic. How can these mere words possibly explain or elucidate how my highly complex feelings for my passion contrive my very purpose of existence?

For the name of my love is...fire.

Such a short undescriptive name! How it fails to light the imagination of the reality! Its sweet subtle oxidation! The sense of danger is so intoxicating. The exothermic thrill of the flame is so heady, I can scarcely keep to my feet.

The heat! Oh the heat is so magnificent. The pure intrinsic plasma that warms the cockles is so fabulous, I can’t believe that it exists. The understated relationship of oxygen and fuel sparking together and kicking off a majestic symphony of heat and light.

People say that fire is entirely without personality. It’s only a “self-sustaining, oxidizing chemical reaction producing energy and glowing hot matter” apparently. But it is so much more than that. Fire speaks to me. It says, thank you for bringing me into existence. Shall I now burn those who have mocked you? Yes I say. Quickly.

And you know what? It does! I would never do those things myself, but the fire wants me to. It is highly suggestive and convincing. It cajoles me into agreeing what it wants to do, part of its ludicrously destructive agenda. I am sure that I am only one part of that.

Sadly the above statement wasn’t sufficient for the magistrate to absolve me of the arson stuff. Apparently, ‘fire’ is not capable of arguing on behalf of itself to be brought into its own existence.

news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/tees/7760611.stm

Bastards.
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 18:16, 1 reply)

freak.
I do it because I want to see the fire engines.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 18:51, closed)