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Tough times; not because my cash is low but because I enjoy engulfing each bill in flames, just to admire the glow. Or maybe I like the sound of the flame, the red crackle on beat red coals. It could be out of fear from the metaphorical screams, bellowing from government buildings, as the flame crashes down on their precious dreams. Maybe it's just the light the death of each dollar provides since everything else is deep, dark and demised. Like the night time sky, your lies, even the finger that runs down your unfaithful thigh. Everything. Dark and incomplete. like the singed hole on green George Washington's upper left cheek. But the real reason I like to watch money bake, because it shows even greatest things in life must hit a new low, and step up to the stake.
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Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC
The Charitable Arsonist
Tough times; not because my cash is low but because I enjoy engulfing each bill in flames, just to admire the glow. Or maybe I like the sound of the flame, the red crackle on beat red coals. It could be out of fear from the metaphorical screams, bellowing from government buildings, as the flame crashes down on their precious dreams. Maybe it's just the light the death of each dollar provides since everything else is deep, dark and demised. Like the night time sky, your lies, even the finger that runs down your unfaithful thigh. Everything. Dark and incomplete. like the singed hole on green George Washington's upper left cheek. But the real reason I like to watch money bake, because it shows even greatest things in life must hit a new low, and step up to the stake.
alex-mcdaniel
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Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC
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