Gasoline


Yeah Gasoline.  This fire has been lit for longer than I can remember and has provided me with a vague sense of direction and purpose without ever really identifying itself.  Just keep the fire going Will.  Well I did that, the fire is still there and without a doubt has had more than enough fuel over the years to stay lit, it's just, well, it's time to toss some 89 octane on it (not 103, I'm not an idiot, sheesh).  Not sure what analogy would be more appropriate but we all have that one drunk camping friend that while no ones looking finds a can of gas no one even knew existed and makes a run at the fire with it.  No sense in stopping him, it'll only make matters worse (believe it or not he actually knows what he's doing).  Just watch with a detached satisfaction as the blaze in front of you turns into something you didn't even know you wanted to see.  It was a good fire before, a damn good fire.  But man look at that!  It actually looks like the fire itself is happier.  Healthier.  ALIVE.  Burn baby burn....

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