People with exotic histories are just more interesting than other people.
People with exotic histories, hardcore physionauts angling this time for
unusual experience, bodhisattvas on challenging agendae, heading it out
for hanging christmas ornamentation on the dry treesouls. Wet Christmas
Agendae for the tree-cord fuckers. Flames for the dry tree pluckers. The
Bodhisattva Agenda, an Agency of flame in a universe of flame, in an
eternal Agni Universe: to be Phlogiston, to be Salamander, to be made of
flame itself. To be burning hydrogen in a slumping zeppelin, the
luminious proton-proton reaction, or the Spican flame gems of matter-
antimatter. To walk amongst the exploding galaxies, smiling on the warm
supernovae. Love is part lava, part milk. Forge your tempered firesouls.
Live among the lava lovas.