Set Yourself on Fire 

Three twenty-seven in the morning, Pacific Time,
Iím silently jumping up and down:

Yes. Yes. YES!

Faded out. Just now.

I still have revisions left, but
The bulk of the writing is done!

The bulk of the writing is done.
A moment as it sinks in...

And I realize that I have two boxes of hard copies from previous drafts of my screenplay. Evidence of a long, long journey that I want to burn in a bad, bad way.

Watch them burn and die as I laugh wickedly while shadows of flame dance across my faceÖ

Wait-- I donít have a fireplace. And youíre not supposed to burn paper in fireplaces, anyway.

I hereby summon The Shade. Help me; youíre my only hope. Take me someplace. Someplace outside. Fire pit? Bonfire?

We can do a ritual dance as we sacrifice my less-evolved versions of story to the elements. Iíll start making it up now. It will involve sticks. And magic.


Today is the greatest
Day I have ever known
Canít wait for tomorrow
I might not have that long
Iíll burn my eyes out
Before I get out

I wanted more
Than life could ever grant me
Bored by the chore
Of saving face

Iíll tear my heart out
Before I get out

Pink ribbon scars
That never forget
Iíve tried so hard
To cleanse these regrets
My angel wings
Were bruised and restrained
My belly stings

Today is
The greatest day
That I have ever known
-- SP

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