a sense of finality echoes within as the roofs of the houses surrounding me start to bend and the absolutely enthralling electric wires slowly creep down wrapping around my neck lifting me slowly counting down the breaths till I am surrounded by the stench of searing flesh and as the most scintillating fireworks paint the sky I am triumphantly embraced by the ethereal shadows
shadowtime . part III.
Published by madmagpie
Stream of happymess 
Building to the end, the fireworks, awesomeness
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Thank you. It’s been almost 15 years now since I wrote a short script about a guy who wanted to kill himself but wanted to doit in a manner and in a place that was unique. Fireworks and searing flesh of a newly hung hero… kind of connects to that script.
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It sound devilishly dark, and confronting, opening the innards of oneself for the world to see, not art, but an artistic death. Love the idea.
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Agreed. Exploration of the end in a different way. No philosophy or cause behind it. Done as a final act in a life of an artist…
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