one is cool and the other isn’t the pioneer that runs before humanity there was nothing for millions of years the future is here I don’t get this meme AI Eldritch monster the gold seal Hyperborea losing the battle of history
DNA ark a world that healed itself where the Creators came from the thunderbolt and the first fire why we left “Eden” avatara savior the last supercomputer what was lost in Minos and Mycenae lost to an eruption in the Aegean Sea
the flash and the thunder Prometheus stole fire from the gods fiery, bright, and shining, like the stars Before Constantinople, Alexandria fragments of a larger, lost Library a golden map of the world came down from the mountains the last screed of the Minoans rode out of history’s gloomy backwater
the thunderclap felt across prehistory Prometheus, the Creator tanks and coaches win history the last supercontinent AIs left behind by another race? the empty page; an unwritten book clones of the gods “magic fire meteor” bomb; early guns
what’s left behind wearing the Ring of Solomon there was only dust the person that loses
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an airplane to the moon things won’t go back to the way they were caught in an impossible position the world I was born in, is gone you suffer, while angels cry sailing around the world on the Gulf Stream names that are normal no more pulled out of the wreckage of your life in the bleached, frozen wastes, we found god
constantly talking, but saying nothing I feel like all my dreams are broken useless angels look down from the sky like something from a Disney movie I feel like I’m wasting my time all they have are platitudes empty words that mean nothing empty words that achieve nothing empty words that commit to nothing
a fake friend here no one knows your name dolts upstairs making a ruckus Life is not like a diamond crying on the airplane purposelessness a saint from Elsewhere smurfs and serfs we’re just colonies in the periphery
the big step flying under Friendly Skies a nobody from nowhere passed over by Greatness if there’s a cake, it’s going to be smashed you always think of yourself as a young person saying goodbye to the guilt you had the Sad Team landlocked in the past
a frog on another planet the existential weekend the one who mourns your whole life in an email inbox
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