When lighting strikes a tree, it burns
I felt the heat of the flames touching my lips and the tip of my tongue. So I threw myself away on the pavement and I started stepping and stumping on the remaining ashes like a fucker slapping a whore on the ass, screaming, “BAD THING! YOU’RE A BAD THING! BAD THING!” and then we started laughing. We walked around to no particular direction. I was laughing and singing in my really bad voice, not minding the annoyed pedestrians. I felt like I was in total control of myself, like I am the master of my own body. So we just kept walking, not minding the time or the weather, because we were in a trance, stepping away from reality one step at a time. It felt like the nerves in my brain were dancing but everything else was burning. But I felt no pain, because I was in a trance.
on 3 July 2010 @ 9pm
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