I Was a Popcorn Machine in My Last Life

We don’t die, not really.
We just get transferred
our energy does
into other things
like maybe a rock
a tree a shoe or
double-sided tape.

Does that make you feel better?
Yeah, me neither.

Anytime you want to talk…

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12 thoughts on “I Was a Popcorn Machine in My Last Life

  1. One of the best things I’ve read in awhile. (kicks bible into burning pile of books in centre of cornfield on hallows eve while dancing to Groove Is In the Heart high as fuck and dressed like a Burning Man splatterpunk or a Borderlands character)

      1. It pees me off, the vague hippy idea that basically says ‘I’m going to believe these vague things because I want to sound nice but not commit to anything’. I hope that’s not really offensive!!
        I love the pathetic last line though!

      2. I’m agnostic. My actual beliefs would probably be considered pretty out there in terms of what I think our place is and how we got here but that’s another story. The physical act of dying, of everything shutting down inside of us scares the crap out of me. I would hate to feel what that’s like.

    1. No. Not at all. I think that people like to commit to the easiest assumptions to digest about life and death and the universe. It is a rather uncomfortable thought. I myself cannot get past how horrifying the actual act of dying would be enough to get past to what comes next.

      1. ‘the act of dying’: really interesting phrase there! I might say ‘the pass of dying’. It certainly makes death sweet, to think of heaven – I’ve witnessed a particularly amazingly joyful death a couple of years ago, and this summer worked on a project about heaven in sermons. On the other hand life upon life upon life as mortal goldfish – it sounds SO annoying!

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