****! that scent of soap and spring nearing its end is still ****** my nostrils!
a few days ago?
i was lodged in an "arson" plot...
my neighbour was trying to make
a bonfire...
oh you know... burn a mattress...
a television...
and some other ****, i can't even
begin to fathom to remember...
he's was like... why isn't this
turpentine substitute i soaked the mattress
with lighting up?
so i suggested... you need something
lighter...
thin paper... toilet paper...
so his mom gave us some toilet
paper... he soaked the roll with the ναφθα...
then lit it... phooo!
talk about going to a hairdresser...
the ******* bonfire smoked... and smoked...
he he he...
flames as black as the eye's pupil...
thick dark smoke...
i mean... who the **** starts
a bonfire with *white spirit?,
naphtha? but i helped him
get it going...
obviously the fire-brigade showed their
faces after less than an hour, after my
next door-neighour called them in...
what, with electrical equipment being
thrown into the spectacle?
who's surprised?
b'ah ah ha ha ha...
**** me, the smoke...
it almost looked like some jinn puffing
out hookah smoke in pandemonium...
like my tendency to:
stick my hand out, while sitting on the windowsill,
to see if it's raining (heaphones... can't hear for ****)...
this girl ahead of me, while i was walking
to the supermarket for ***...
tight jeans... leather jacket... nice ***...
she stretches her hand out...
checks if it's raining...
ah, dear child...
i do what you just did... when i'm under
a roof... in a room...
fair enough though...
ah **** me...
the memory of that bonfire, and how i started it...
informing my neighbour... soak some toilet paper
in the flammable...
thoo! ****! fire and smoke to hide
the ******* shard... if you really wanted it to be
described that way.
ha ha.
