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Then, after the sun went down,I became hypnotized by chaos...the anticipation of the BURN was intoxicating.
as we approached the central area where the others were gathering, I felt I should have be wearing a tuxedo. It was a thousand newyears eves..
When theTOWERING FIGURE was finally LIT... there where many tiny explosions...as the neon tubing and packed fireworks melted...
A flare that was supposed to launch into the sky...
shot directly into the crowd.

The roar of the citizens sounded like: Crashing Ocean Waves
next, when the superstructure was engulfed and consumed by breathing fire
our roar grew and became a singular scream.
The force of our voices and the weight of the flames
was more than The Man could with stand...
and the figure collapsed.

It was the most compelling thing I have ever seen,
and I don't have the slightest idea of what it meant.