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sundart. Tried to go to sleep, couldn't. Got back up, noodled around a little on the pooter, went outside on the porch, quite solomnly burned stuff. Felt loads better. Sometimes my inner pyromaniac likes to be indulged, especially in candle and fire magick. Constructive pyromania is never a bad thing.
Staring deep into the core of the small ball of fire I had created, watching as paper and string blackened and shrank, and yet still managed to fuel the cheery yellow flame, I felt calmer, clearer. I forget that my element is fire, that the chaos it creates by changing substance to ash and liquid fuels me, that I can look into the blue, transparent center of a flame and lose myself utterly, or find a clear path into my brain.
Hail to the guardians of the watchtowers of the south...powers of fire... I like to burn shit. Let's have a party.
sundart. Tried to go to sleep, couldn't. Got back up, noodled around a little on the pooter, went outside on the porch, quite solomnly burned stuff. Felt loads better. Sometimes my inner pyromaniac likes to be indulged, especially in candle and fire magick. Constructive pyromania is never a bad thing. Staring deep into the core of the small ball of fire I had created, watching as paper and string blackened and shrank, and yet still managed to fuel the cheery yellow flame, I felt calmer, clearer. I forget that my element is fire, that the chaos it creates by changing substance to ash and liquid fuels me, that I can look into the blue, transparent center of a flame and lose myself utterly, or find a clear path into my brain.
Hail to the guardians of the watchtowers of the south...powers of fire... I like to burn shit. Let's have a party.
