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[hiisfire]

NOW WE RIOT.      not sure exactly where kinji has stopped to express his combined anger and fear. but, there’s a handful of littered wood planks everywhere. some of been singed by yours truly and kinji is truly living for this. the burnt, scorched earth beneath the soles of his feet sat still on the soil as if the heat from the ground didn’t affect him whatsoever. this is who exactly kinji remembers being. create a chaotic environment and bury yourself in it. keep going kinji, no one can stop you.

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          girlfriends.

[hiisfire]

  sound the alarm, the sound of screaming foxes in the forest is   quite literally . . a fox. in fact, it’s kinji. there’s nothing to do here. boredom is tired. breathing is dreaded. hell sounds quite cozy, actually. what are you going to do about it? stop him? kinji is a hell birthed beast straight from the flame.        isn’t that terrifying? kinji is not to be fucked with.

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  “ if the question is ‘ to be or not to be ’ then don’t you think      i would have picked like, a whole new lifestyle?      the government is corrupt, i swear they’re all out to get you. ”

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     it’s sinday so therefore, we try to flirt with her again. 

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  wouldn’t you be bothered to help a poor man? he lives in the woods, you know. he’s really poor and he can’t do anything about it except beg for chance? to beg for a change? was that it?

  look at him. please, provide him mercy.   this is not a false cry for help.

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        his fascination with fire.. if he had to put it into words, he’s sure that no one else would understand him. the ember provided life to him, it gave him power, it would give him a sense of belonging. if he worked for it.         for each budding flame that could rest, hover-- so easily over the middle of his hand. but, when he can make that red flower to bloom into something bigger; a horrendous, out of control flame. orange, red will follow through ribbons in the air as the fire raged on.         kinji LOVES to set his fire then crouch on the nearby roofing to watch the building fall apart in the crumble. the shrieks of fear to echo against the sound of a corner of the building to snap and fall down.       the only thing he’s missing now is a snack.