monarchalchemist:

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[Montauk – Part 3]

wine,
cigarettes,
and you –

moments.  

so what if the echoes of
chronos run through my
veins pumping nightmare
fuel into my heart and so
what if i’m made of things
that are dark

in nature?

we can pretend the universe
is not buried in the shadows
where God can’t see no matter
how bright that sun shines and
how fresh this air is that we breathe

our galaxy is moving 515,000 miles
per hour around a giant black hole
with shark teeth and we stand here
as pixels of consciousness –

grounded on our feet

praying to the dark sun and watching
the black helicopters burn.  what if we
are a string of unstable electrons in the
nucleus of an experimental dimension
bearing the consequences of it’s errors

at the mercy of a creator unwilling to accept defeat

moving between galaxy clusters and
different dimensions –

seeking the original path of the divine source
before it was hijacked and diverted by [classified]

our history is buried in the shadows and we’ve lost
touch with who we truly are and we still find a reason
to smile because even if the world collapses into nothing

we’ll still have each other.

mustachio-furioso:

asofterbucky:

she had curves in all the right places, and all the left places, also, and in places forgotten by time, and in places known only by dwarven scholars

The curves betrayed Isildur, to his death. And some curves that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend, legend became myth. And for two and a half thousand years, those curves passed out of all knowledge.