Fire gets funny. If you think about it enough it gets funny. It eats the air.
Certain things are not compatible with fire. Those are the things I want burning. Fire is the perfect confusion. It means everything. I see crystal-hot. I see absolute licking. I see until my eyebulbs pop.
Senses gone. This is the all. Imagine a blowjob.
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