I want to go to Africa, I want to dance through life again, I want to never feel fear, I want every head to turn when i walk into a room again, I want to build something that will live after me, I want to be a great man and not just play one with plumbing in his hand, I want to love like it's my last breath, I want to spread my arms and walk through the corridors of the world and have the fire in my hands burn everything it touches, I want to be remembered, I want to do things that make a difference again, I want to live in fire.
Burn with me
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Speaking metaphorically, of course. It's a habit that's hard to give up. One puff of breath is never enough. You'll find you want to take another.
Mister Vimes
Only Human
- Samuel Vimes
- Norcross, GA, United States
- By his own account he was a skinny, balding, unshaven collection of bad habits marinated in alcohol, although these days he is better shaved and doesn't drink. Partly as a result of this latter fact, he is morose, cynical and ridiculously - and to his own embarassment - soft-hearted in certain circumstances. He is almost certainly one of Nature's policemen; it has been said of him that his soul burns to arrest the Creator of the universe for getting it wrong. He loathes kings, and hates undead and assassins. He is also unashamedly speciesist - he deeply dislikes trolls and dwarfs, but in an almost proprietyroial way, so that he has risked his life and badge to defend them merely so that he can continue to dislike them. He hates the city in the same way; it's his to hate.
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