In the lingering moments before you die, your body releases DMT. The same drug that makes you dream. The same drug found in every living creature. It’s not an evolutionary trick to make you survive. Your body is choosing to release this drug now because it believes your fate its too grim for you to comprehend. So you dream. You dream that everything will be fine. You dream that nothing happened at all. It’s in this moment that your body sits across from you. It tells you “look, like, we’re not going to make it this time.” It shares a cigarette with you as you recollect the past before soon parting ways back to the atomic ether. Your body does this because it loves you. You have never met anybody like your body. Your body has been with you every day, good and bad. It’s even kept a journal of your life carved in scars. Your eyelashes always wiped the tears from your eyes.
Posted on: Wed, 17 Jul 2013 12:05:03 +0000
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