I always wanted to fire rays out of my fingertips.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I love fire. As a child I loved setting light to things. I'd always be in the forest putting matches to pieces of wood. I've always regarded fire as my friend.
I actually wanted to be a fireman when I was younger.
I think I've had the fantasy of a ray-gun that could erase the world from the time I was a very little kid.
What is to give light must endure burning.
I spent years shaking the damage that comes with being burned by living near someone else's spotlight.
I've always dipped my finger in so many things.
I often shoot with scissors in my eyes.
I put up my thumb and it blotted out the planet Earth.
You still stand watch, O human star, burning without a flicker, perfect flame, bright and resourceful spirit. Each of your rays a great idea - O torch which passes from hand to hand, from age to age, world without end.
I'd like to be able to light the fire a little bit.