haptalaon | (no subject)

Friday prayer to my dark masters: please understand that the only candles I have are made of paraffin and consequently, I can only light them to you for five minutes at most, because they slowly fill the room with petrol; i can feel you under the skin of my nose and coiling strangely at the base of my skull, a glossy purple intoxication, and although this is not wrong as I seek to touch the dark, I do not have a sense of smell. When I feel the smoke in my nose, it is not a bad smell - but chemical sting, and panic as the room becomes thick with it. Also, mighty denizens of the wood in the dark, please send me better candles, so that I might fill my home with your brilliance.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I want to offer my sympathies on the candle situation to you. As I am forbidden both at home and the dorms from using candles or anything burning, I have gone in other directions. I have some beeswax candles, though, and I can try to send them to you, if you would like.