My entire assortment of 2 year old candles are now burning all around me. I am sitting on the floor at Dagobah. I am alone in my private little ritual. I think I knew that from the beginning anyway. Nobody wants to be around this fucked up trash pile of a man. I know exactly what I am. A vampire wolf dressed up in human skin. I am a friendly companion of the night.

I am attempting to channel a little of the energy of a few former coworkers. But I think they are fairly burned out. I am far beyond manic here. I am merely a friend of the mysteries of the night. That is all. I am sensitive. I am a sensitive guy.

(I keep telling myself this, and maybe someday the real girls will appreciate me, do you think? /me chants..... I am a sensitive guy, I am a sensitive guy, I am a sensitive guy.

I have realized I have pretty much sealed myself off from the possibility of closing my windows and turning on my air filter circulator. I keep thinking to myself... "Let's purify this building. Let's purify this building. Let's purify this building."

This is what Wiccans would call a Ritual.

Ah. Good. Somebody else's air just stopped. That means they (or some machine) feels that their apartment is now clean, and no longer needs to pump out their pollutants into the air outdoors. I like this perfect silence. Let's allow it to spread a little. To other buildings in the complex. Other places where people might need it.

As I have observed the things around me, I committed to my ritual. I realized I lacked one tool to start my ritual. I violated an earlier rule I had created. I had to acquire that sparking tool to start the ritual. I attempted to acquire it from my neighbors (I thought it would be a handy tool). On the way to the gas station where I obtained my lighter, I softly observed the essences around me.

Ah. I checked the only candle in the bedroom a moment ago. It has burned itself out. It was opening itself to me, and I wanted to observe this beauty as it began to burn a hole in itself toward my bed. I knew as it continued to burn, opening a hole like that on a body, that it represented one woman. I want to protect her, but I cannot touch her right now. I will touch her later. She is a blue.

She did not bleed for me like I thought she might. I contemplate the meaning of this. Does she have a child within her?

/me grins. THIS is some Sickly Twisted Wicca we're dealing with here folks. Real life and real time. Truly.

One of my candles just flaired up behind me, around my right shoulder. I contemplate the differences in the energies, and I realize exactly why. Somebody in this building has turned their air back on. They do not trust what is going on tonight.

The flame flaired up pretty high when that air conditioner outside turned on.

It has no turned off again. There is still life beneath me in this building, and it is sensitive. I must not disturb any of it with my loud music.

Several cars outside just honked their horns loudly at one another in the distance. I heard angry shouts. People in the distance are angry. Things are heating up. I must depart this rambling now.