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Fire makes a cosy and calming sound. Totally relaxing!
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even better- a firey personality!
oh my god…i can't believe i've been on here for three months and never even thought to look for fire
great to make, great to play with, great to enjoy!
powerful and fascinating...
My fascination with fire could be … unhealthy…
You know they have anonymous meetings for people with your problem
well you need the water for after you swallow the fire (see pic above) thats insane 8)
Also need water to put out the fires I start simply because I'm bored…
very true! melting plastic is fun because it doesn't catch on fire it just melts ;)
Yeah, it… Wait, I'm not the only one who does that!?
Haha no you're not! I do it all the time too! I melted a plastic spoon once and it dripped onto the table and I didn't see it and put my arm in it and now I have a big scar. It hurt like hell
haha no your not the only one! I can make the caps of water bottles (well I guess any bottle really) into a rinf by melting it
Trix: Ouch!!
I don't melt plastic. It creates that repulsive cracked black skin around it. Now wax, on the other hand…. there's a fascinating liquid.
Me = dangerous pyromaniac. :O
I love fire…a few weeks ago I nuked a marshmallow in a styrofoam bowl for 40 sec…that was interesting…ok maybe not fire per se but still cool…the bowl came out looking like a melted plate and the marshmallow turned into a gooey brownish covering that started eating through the plate over the course of a day or so…
haha smooth move! I always hated those overhead projectors
One time I tried to deep fry boiled eggs. I had success. My next experiment was slices of bananas. I had a fire. I panicked as the flames shooting out of my apartment stove began to grow and spread. Luckily my friend was there to help me decide how to put it out. Unfortunately his first suggestion was water. I knew that this would be a bad idea, because it was a greese fire on an electric stove. Thinking more, he suggested we cover it with something, to restrict the oxygen supply. I reached for a large spaghetti pot, and covered the fire. It soon died. We were saved. The end.
Cooleo!
Fried bananas are good...or am I thinking of dried bananas? Oh well...
I see a halo in the rain around the street light
I stop and look, and listen to the sound
As the raindrops penetrate the silence all around
Alone, I gaze into the glistening street
The distant thunder echoing my heartbeat
Urging me on to a secret goal
Away from the light from this lamp on a pole
So I turn, slip away into the rain
Drifting like a spirit through the shadows in the lane
Clutching the tools of my trade in my hand
An old box of matches and a gasoline can
Darkness envelopes the scene like a shroud
A veil of emptiness hangs from the clouds
Filling up the cracks in this desolate place
Cradled by the night in an icy embrace
Moving to the town like a ghost in the rain
A dim reflection in a dark window pane
Blackness beckons from every side
Creeping all around like an incoming tide
A broken window in an empty house
I slip inside and begin to douse
The whole place with the fuel that will feed the fire
And push back the night, taking me higher
On out of the darkness in a defeaning roar
The match in my hand is the key to the door
A simple turn of the wrist will suffice
To open a passage to paradise
I pause, I think about the past and the gloom
The smell of gasoline permiates the room
Everyone has a little secret he keeps
I light the fires while the city sleeps
The match makes a graceful auk to the floor
And time stands still as I turn for the door
Which expoldes in a fireball and throws me to the street
I hit the ground running with the flames at my feet
Reaching for the night which encoils in the fire
The raindrops hiss like a devilish choir
Dying in the flames with a terrible sound
Calling all the names of the sleepers all around
But then in the arms of the night, they lay
Their dreams sprout wings and fly away
Out of the houses in a gathering flock
Swarming overhead as I hurry down the block
I make my escape with the greatest of ease
And savor the darkness, drop to my knees
And the lightless window, my hand on the latch
I reach in my pocket, and pull out a match
dat is pretty dang good...did you write it?
and are you going to burn my house down? i'd greatly appreciate it if you refrained from doing so...
No, I didn't write it.
And I don't even know where you live.
i'm sure you could find out…i have a facebook, you could ask some people on there…i probably shouldn't have told you that…
he-he he-he fire is cool! yeah! huh-huh fires cool! I like to cook with fire, fire cook food good.