Semicoherent rants and assorted writings

Some days, at the office, I feel like spontaneously combusting. I’d grin like a madman and say: “Behold, I am aflame!”

Then the flames would engulf the office while the sprinklers rain uselessy. I hope the cow orkers manage to escape, but that is besides the point. The point is to destroy the building, and the black monolythic monster dwelling within.

Then, one person like me would ingnite in a place far, far away, in another branch of the corporation…And then another, and another, until all the corporations become ashes.

I would meet all the fire people in hell, and we would still be grinning like maniacs, proud of our handywork.