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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