Come dance and play with the children of the fire as it caresses the plastic dreams of life eternal, searing and dripping with a putrid stench only burnt hope can create. Intoxicating. Let’s get high, reach up and touch the night sky, past god and the heavens where we’ll bend time, slow down light, fill up all the black holes until everything is bright, mutate and radiate and enjoy the big bang of the end times. Might I join you at your table? The waiter hasn’t taken a drink order yet and I do believe I’m far too late for my previous engagement anyways. I’ll have a double hallucinogenic disassociation on the rocks please. No lemon. Have to be prepared when the arcane rituals of the cosmos reach apex and set your soul alight. Tonight we are all Prometheus. Tonight we are all one. No one gets saved from death by intention but you sure strung them along for a while, didn’t you? It’s okay, no one here knows or cares and I won’t tell. Look up at the sky. Sordid mess of emotion capped by the alpha and omega of sins, snake oil from ouroboros. Why disrupt the infinite just to prove it was? Wait, what?

Saw my first working fire in a long time today, it’s been on my mind.