"Inspirational" inaction/Inactive "inspiration"
My arms ache for this.
like rope-burn begging to burst into flames, still destined to snap before ever reaching a smoke signal though. i've heard from dear friends that i'm hot. Bullshit. i've heard the word "inspirational" more times than i can count from one friend in particular, i've heard him use that fucking word to the point where i now, more or less, hate him, because he is full of so much shit. truth is i can't melt a popsicle.
i ain't the brightest match stick, no, but i swear, i can feel the heat. cut back my skin and i will burn red, like coal, i swear to god i bleed lava, i swear it.
lovely imagery aside, i don't even know how to get a spark. where do i start? and as a human torch i'm not off to a good one. Where is my spark?!
I WANT TO BURN FUCKING BRIDGES.
i want to make molten of you, goddammit! stick to you like flaming fucking tar
....or....
....at the least....
....give you a third degree burn....maybe?
a blister? at least?....