Last night I burned two paintings. It felt liberating.
There was nothing but very prettily colored ashes left.
Today, I burned another painting. It was really annoying me.
At this point, there was a need for a bigger barrel type container in which to burn stuff.
Well, I tried to burn it.
Reese liked it. Even after attempting to completely annihilate it, he brought it inside and set it up in the living room.