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i had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket, he used to touch itwhen the wind was blowing high, i guess it mad him feel like he couldbuck the system and when it flickered out we laid him down to die,turn on the light, turn on a million blinding brilliant whiteincendiary lights, a beacon in the night, i'll burn relentlessly untilmy juice runs dry, i'll construckt a rock of tempered beams andtrusses and equip it with a million tiny suns, i'll install upon theroof on my compartment and place tinfoil on my floor and on my wallsthen i'll turn on the light... and i'll burn lika a roman fuckingcandle, like a chasm in the night, for a miniscule duration, ecstaticimmolation, incorrigible delight