tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16609686.post113140399676997952..comments2023-09-24T16:40:46.644+00:00Comments on The Eyechild: Fire: WorksThe Eyechildhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10845640351841347933noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16609686.post-1131496390343473002005-11-09T00:33:00.000+00:002005-11-09T00:33:00.000+00:00Man, I love fireworks. If I could be reincarnated,...Man, I love fireworks. If I could be reincarnated, it'd be as a sort of Spirit-Of-Bonfire-Night-type daemon, with catherine wheels for eyes, sparklers for fingers, and roman candles for limbs. Remember the paranoid educational presentations offered by the local fire brigade when you were in primary school? The tone was always slightly hysterical, but it worked in the sense that I could "NEVER RETURN TO A LIT FIREWORK." Ever. Age about 8 I went with my Beavers troop to a fire safety fair, where they were giving out stickers with a stylised emblem depicting a screaming woman with her hair on fire. Which was advocating what, exactly? Anyway, I stuck it to the wall behind my little sister's bed, and it made her cry. Result.Zeno Cosinihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07397459875509173660noreply@blogger.com