YOU'RE A POOR UNFORTUNATE SOUL

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                                            independent & private STANFORD PINES : as penned by wesley.

      a small LAUGH  ,  something as rare as striking gold and , by all accounts , should it be treasured as such.   ❛    how romantic .   ❜  his words are hushed  ,  the sound of wind brushing the leaves of old trees   ,   a SIMPLICITY and CALM that only his love beckons.    ❛    no ,  i would not mind at all .   ❜  

HE LAUGHS ALONG WITH HIS LOVE : a genuine sort of joy blossoming within him.  the laughter he hears is intoxicating in its own way,  further enamoring,  beautiful  &  melodious,  &  he,  mesmerized,  seeks to remember it all.  ❛  mm.  i am quite the romantic.  should i read shakespeare or something more contemporary ?  ❜

                    ❛  you do realize your  QUARRELING  with autobots has resulted in the destruction of the washington monument?  now, i’m willing to  POSTPONE  retaliation if you agree to a diplomatic settlement.     let’s avoid  STRETCHING  material casualties as far as the lincoln memorial, shall we?  ❜

UNDERSTAND THIS,  PRESIDENT : there are unkind gods,  &  this is one of them.  there are heartless gods,  &  this is one of them.  his cold gaze is a blazing red,  &  how the cruelty exudes itself as a smile blossoms upon his features.  ❛  is this a threat,  or a terribly poor attempt at negotiation ?  ❜  

@godsmachina

A SHOCK, SURPRISE : narrowed optics  &  tenser dispositions,  she exudes something he wants to loathe,  something he remembers reveling in,  devouring  ------  his red gaze is no longer cruel,  not now,  not default : but the way his voice tones itself hints to a discomfort or dissatisfaction.  ❛  my boyfriend  ------ hm.  i hope he was well ?  ❜

his taunting tongue rolls, the corner of his lips curling upwards, as he brings the cup of warm coffee ( con panna ) to his mouth. As much as the scientist relished the bits and slivers of casual conversations, mockery has her rotten maw around his heart ; as though she be the devil in disguise. And his soul ?                Hers.

GOD,  NONGOD,  NONENTITY : in the illusion of a human body,  he has still retained his unholiness.  he is a swarm of deepened misery,  millions of years,  millions  &  billions of lives.  what he speaks of,  although unnamed,  is less a physical affliction,  than one of the heart,  the spark.  (  quietude : his gaze lingers upon the other’s features,  deathlike in their own right.  )  shoulders rise  &  fall : a thought to fool’s energon,  the cruel thing that saves  &  murders him : ❛  it is a remedy in itself.  ❜ 

  ‘ or are you just looking for the midnight train going nowhere ? ‘

A SUBSTANCE,  TEXTURED IN THE AMBIENCE : untouched,  intangible.  that is what he is,  unholy  &  unsaved,  a desperate but dignified apostate,  seeking an atonement of tragedy,  seeking repentance in what many would want to be vain.  his best name : monster,  monster,  monster.  underneath the heels of his feet were always the divine,  crushed into stardust pieces in delight  &  ecstasy.  his gaze is all but nothing : this is a vacancy shrouding a calculation,  despite his repentance he is still the same,  harsh entity.  he watches the figure below him,  letting his query echo among the silence.  &  then,  this hollow,  hallowed body  ------  this vile god,  cruel  &  miserable,  speaks his own word.  ❛  i’ve never believed in the divine.  ❜

      a pierced veil of superiority still shrouds a seemingly unsuspecting appearance .    despite the overwhelming implication of TACT that a suit and tie facade offers ,   he still tugs at strings better left alone.    ❛        we may have more in common than you would expect .         ❜  

YOU,  THE PROFANE MESSIAH :  you,  the crumbled tyrant  ------ apostate,  pariah,  he prays for those who followed him,  who follow him,  &  how he laments : himself,  &  those like him,  those seeking to be like him, too. a soft hum of engines,  a passive acknowledgement : ❛  .  .  .  that would be  ------  unfortunate.  ❜

10 out of a thousand entries i’ll be writing about you. (via alleyspat)

    ❛      ——— her name is ANDROMEDA .      ❜   as though in some form of comprehension  ,   it YAPS at his love . 

❛ you ------ you got a dog. ❜ he looks from andromeda to optimus, & back again to andromeda. ❛ i’ll take that ... explanation, now. ❜