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My AS-fire is not fire at all. It is water.

Drops in a pool, and levels of liquid, plunging deeper and exploring depths until there is no light left to see. Explorings such depths with a pencil, a paintbrush, a needle and fabric. Pure color pigment and paint.

Hawk (Site Admin)
Joined: Jul 09, 2004
Posts: 1070
Location: In my head
Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2005 10:59 pm    
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My AS-fire is not fire at all. It is water.

Drops in a pool, and levels of liquid, plunging
deeper and exploring depths until there is no
light left to see. Explorings such depths with a
pencil, a paintbrush, a needle and fabric. Pure
color pigment and paint.

In my family, we just call it “The Look” it is
piercing almost as if gazing into the eyes of
something utterly wild & only temporarily
contained. I have been told that my eyes
turn anywhere from aqua green to piercing
blue depending on my mood. (Alas I’ve noticed
the colors have faded a bit – dulling with age.)

Snowy Owl
Joined: Aug 29, 2004
Posts: 128
Location: The current residence of
"Not Vancouver" NY
Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2005 2:39 pm    
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I'd vote, but...

Huh?
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Sophist wrote:
Phoenix
Joined: Apr 24, 2005
Posts: 1147
Location: St. Louis
Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2005 4:18 pm    
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You know, the FIRE, dude. The fire.
You know, the... uh... fire. Fire.

*cries in confusion* Erm... I have a green bubble?

...trying to remember how you explained it in your LiveJournal posts in Asperger's (I've been lurking there for a while)...

Similar to what we're talking about, I think. It forms your own space, it expands when you're at your best...? Can you explain it more here?

My bubble is a rather lovely thing, for those of you who don't know, which is everyone. It is bright green and shimmery, and surrounds me completely. On a good day, my bubble contracts so that it sits on my body like an eighth layer of skin. On an edgy day, my bubble expands. Depending on how edgy I am, my bubble ranges from sitting just a few centemetres above my body: a bright green slightly larger me. At this point it still has my shape. However, as my bubble grows, the curves of me even out, until it is literally bubble shaped: all round and smooth. This is where things get tricky. See, my bubble is my personal space, an extension of me. Anyone or anything that gets inside my bubble agitates me. If my bubble is half a metre thick, anyone that swings their arms or legs within half a metre of me is effectually 'touching' me, and I DON'T LIKE IT! This is bad enough when I have a sphere of bright green light encircling me. The real trouble starts when my bubble gets too big for my room. Then the bubble has to take on the shape of my room, rather than a sphere. The result is that my bubble is being squeezed out of it's natural shape, pressed up against walls. It leaks under my door and through the cracks in my window. It strains at the seams and presses into anything that will give.