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Time and necessity puppeteered its temperature to better suit our appetite, left it to linger in our peripheral vision as if it was no longer a true masterpiece of   the wild. It blazed through forests, pioneered and conquered, destroyed. Then, no longer mighty and no longer feared, was put into a box to be mastered by a mother lighting the neon colored wax candles on a child’s blue birthday cake or a woman adorned with stockings slightly torn and makeup slightly smudged lighting a cigarette on a street corner while waiting for the 8 o’clock bus. Instead of burning, it melted. Instead of demolishing, it decorated. Instead of blazing, it burnt out. October 10, 2013
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 1:53 AM UTC
Domesticated Fire
Time and necessity puppeteered its temperature to better suit our appetite, left it to linger in our peripheral vision as if it was no longer a true masterpiece of   the wild. It blazed through forests, pioneered and conquered, destroyed. Then, no longer mighty and no longer feared, was put into a box to be mastered by a mother lighting the neon colored wax candles on a child’s blue birthday cake or a woman adorned with stockings slightly torn and makeup slightly smudged lighting a cigarette on a street corner while waiting for the 8 o’clock bus. Instead of burning, it melted. Instead of demolishing, it decorated. Instead of blazing, it burnt out. October 10, 2013
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 1:53 AM UTC
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