flames.

guys,
fire is good for you.
that's real.
check the teleport:

fuegooooooooo!!!!
yuuuuuuuuup.
and we lit it up with sparklers.
mmhmm.
matches are fine, usually.
i mean, they work, and that's more than adequate-
however,
a little molten magnesium torch jauns is way more expert.
i mean it.
we burned through box after box of sparkle magic,
running, and sparking, and swirling our arms through complicated patterns,
illuminating the night with the glowing glitter of metal sticks on fire.
i love that short of sh!t.
a lot.
check the naruto-running-garden-type teleport:

kids running and laughing?
we got that.
delicate and sophisticated flowers of flame?

we got that too.
old and busted doo-doo buttery dads?

womp womp.
every F*ing day,
i'm living that dream at a ferociously savage pace.
then again,
i'm eating well, living hard, and keeping it molto molto real.
true story.
i stay ugly, and i stay dope.
what else would i even do?
c'mon.
that's all there ever is.
*
we run around like jerks.
we stand by the fire and spin ourselves into perfectly heated kebabs.
we do what we came to do,
which is span time and enjoy ourselves.
the time we've got is good time,
and we make the most of meager moments whenever they present themselves.
i'm grateful for what i've got,
and for those i've got next to me when it all really happens;
never quiet, never soft.....