the end

now look at yourself: stuck, dumb, swollen, cretin, idiot, sick, almost dead, blind and deaf. Screaming to a black sky in pure agony, playing with pain and its toys… look at yourself in a hospital bed, crying for another sun, another summer, pointlessly arguing with fate, desire, life, God and Nature.

Drugs that makes you feel cold, drugs that makes you feel hot. To die in a hospital bed it wasn’t an option when the Bible was written. We are ment to die in a field, like Jim said, close to a snoring cow or feeling a snake skin. We are Earth and we are meant to melt with it.