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I've got something running through my veins, over my flesh, and right into the immortal parts. It isn't exactly shoving me to action. But that I will be doing things in my condition... I am bleeding heat like a blast furnace gone too far. I wouldn't quite call it a fever though. It's not causing me illness. Hmm, yes, electrical fire.
Back in the day, this is what it felt like when I was in the building stages. Building strength, actually learning especially when the education was in a hurry, working on speed, dexterity, and things like that. Change has a price. Whether I am a living breathing face of chaos, creation, or whether I am just... a bit different, or even a petty nephilim... I can change things, internal and out, like few others. I am changing me. I am quickening.
Cooking in your own fat is something else. I best get some things done so that I can truly slow down or I will crisp like the phoenix. Who knows what all will go in that particular fire sale.
Some people are toasters... not all that bright. And some... are salamanders. Perhaps not all that bright either, but then just how smart does something that verges on the temperature of the sun need to be? I think I could cook an egg on my flesh... it sure feels like it. Anyway, on to a shower, setting up the packages for a return, if there is time another trip to the post office though I may go either way, then on to town for a bit more shopping and the returns. Ugh. And gasoline! I probably should use caution while dealing with that last. *poof*
It is times like this when I... must be cautious, seek wisdom, mind you.
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