...and as the gators descended upon me, tearing my limbs apart like day old baguettes - the last thing I could see was my blood soaking into their thick green scales, and down into their reptilian bellies. I thought about that black-red water of life... would it flow inside them now? Would this make my flesh bound to the gator's forevermore? and thus, would I live on through them, and through their gator children? Would I see what they see? Through all those long fucking years of gators...?
...but no, in the night throes Kemosabe. Deep in the dream. But I wake. As if shaken by the creator himself - The Big Chief. Did he force my hand? Ah no, I just passed out watching Animal Planet.
Rejoice! For the undecided angel inside me hasn't escaped yet. I can still sit back and close my green eyes - pretend like we will live on into eternity. In gators blood, on computer screens, as the waves crash upon me and I wake up smiling, digging the fuck out of it all.
Or until that last time, when I close my eyes forever, and will dream no more.
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