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Oh, God, It Burns

August Moon BB

What are the signs that you are on fire?

OnFire Erm, not literally!   Oh… I should probably have finished reading the email before I started writing this….   ….   Okay, I’m back. So, if I’m reading this correctly, it is not a prompt to write a public service announcement about the dangers of barbecue season. Sad… I would have been good at that… I know how to make fire…… Getting in the flow, man, that’s a pain in the ass. We need to invent a drug to do just throw us straight into it. No waiting, no hesitation. The best part about being in the flow is that I don’t even know when I’m in it. I’m going, going, going, and BOOM!   It’s been six hours.   That’s flow. That’s being “on fire.”   Also, you know… the flames.   Seriously, can we just take a moment to talk about how we’re all basically kindling?   No? No? Just me?     Okay… Happy Sunday…

Published by M.A. Brotherton

M.A. Brotherton is a writer, blogger, artist, and fat-kid from the suburbs of Kansas City, Missouri. He’s tasted a little bit of everything the Midwest has to offer, ranging from meth-tweaking rednecks in massive underground cave complexes to those legendary amber waves of grain. When he’s not writing, he spends most of his time screwing around on the internet.

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