The other day I was throwing away this bill I had paid off for a computer, it was part of my last birthday present so I could acquire credit. My mother took the bill out of the trash and warned me to never throw these away, either keep or destroy them. Now I didn't know where a shredder was, but I had a few lighters. I scoured my room and picked up some old bills and bank statements along with a lighter, then proceeded into my bathroom. I cleared off the sink, opened the window, turned on the fan, and even dragged the Ionic Breeze my dad bought a few years ago into the bathroom. With the door securely closed, I placed a bill in the sink and lit her up, just a little in the corner and titled the bill while watching the flames lap hungrily at the sides of the paper. I make sure to only burn one at a time, and after each burning I swept up the remains and placed them in a cup. So one by one I dropped them into the sink and observed the flames soaring up into the air, the tips of the flame tickling the faucet. As the flames continued to spread, they caused the plastic to shrivel and the envelope to contort. After having had their fill, the flames died out and all that remained where the embers. I breathed new life into them, causing the many embers to flare up with renewed hunger and consume ever more. The vibrant reds and oranges appeared to be twinkling as they danced across the remains of the paper. When all the fun was over, what was left looked strangely like cloth, and had a soft velvety texture. So as it is written...
Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust
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