This here...this here's an atomic bomb. You feel it? booooooomb. Fucking eh we lived today. You taste Hiroshima on those lips? Euripides wrote some words in a language that was never invented on mine. What magic have we created? I grew a sanctum in my pocket watch; a world within a second and oh how everything was perfect...there when time stopped and spoke with light for just a while. In the plain view of stars that had paused their burning and black holes that momentarily released their prey. Matter, you were an observer where once you were first pick, first to bat, first to climb and learn to walk and talk and all the other shit we do. But you stopped once, eternity danced in its own clothes whilst you stopped your march...touche.
