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My world’s on fire, he said. The backbone holding it up hasn’t burnt to ashes but rekindles an extinct flame that has now frozen to a level below sub zero. You know how they say that water is the true damaging catalyst in a burning building? I believe it, live it, breathe it, drown in it while attempting to defy those who’ve turned water into wine. Snap on, snap off, dream of bliss and push your expectations to the front of the line keeping those with doubt, remorse, and precedented failure away from your power to raise the world by lifting your arm in the air. If you don’t, the sparks become mundane, the tears into sand, the lights into smoke. You know, it’s important to sound like a broken record sometimes, if you let your story spin and replay enough times, you’ll figure out how many inches it takes to shift it back into perfection. Just remember that genuine euphoria isn’t the calm after the storm, but your decision and yours only to see life through a Utopian lens. Hang onto your life’s handlebars and don’t believe in sinking to the bottom like a Hockney painting. I mean, you could if you wanted to because in the end it’s your life and the rest is irrelevant bullshit. It’s all it is at the end of the day, just bullshit twisting your arm tight enough to make your whole body go numb. Just never to forget that pain isn’t the downfall in your emotions, it’s proof that you’re igniting your demons and slowly getting closer to the surface so that you can come out for air.

My world’s on fire, he said. The backbone holding it up hasn’t burnt to ashes but rekindles an extinct flame that has now frozen to a level below sub zero. You know how they say that water is the true damaging catalyst in a burning building? I believe it, live it, breathe it, drown in it while attempting to defy those who’ve turned water into wine. Snap on, snap off, dream of bliss and push your expectations to the front of the line keeping those with doubt, remorse, and precedented failure away from your power to raise the world by lifting your arm in the air. If you don’t, the sparks become mundane, the tears into sand, the lights into smoke. You know, it’s important to sound like a broken record sometimes, if you let your story spin and replay enough times, you’ll figure out how many inches it takes to shift it back into perfection. Just remember that genuine euphoria isn’t the calm after the storm, but your decision and yours only to see life through a Utopian lens. Hang onto your life’s handlebars and don’t believe in sinking to the bottom like a Hockney painting. I mean, you could if you wanted to because in the end it’s your life and the rest is irrelevant bullshit. It’s all it is at the end of the day, just bullshit twisting your arm tight enough to make your whole body go numb. Just never to forget that pain isn’t the downfall in your emotions, it’s proof that you’re igniting your demons and slowly getting closer to the surface so that you can come out for air.