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  • I was crying when I Flat lined. Crying becuase, I was going, it was happening all to fast. It was like death couldn't wait and life wasn't around anymore or couldn't easily be found by those around me. I was of no help, looking for her, either
    I was slipping away in blood. Mine. Little matter now, of the why and how.
    It was The "IS", in the moment of moments

    All a faint memory like dreams that are quickly forgot when wakefullness warms to the new day.
    That instant when you realize it's gone.

    The leaves were opening up, above me, all in a compressed file time lapse while my own countryside had been through a bad earthquake in a bad storm.

    I kept trying to double tap my left clip, so I could zoom in, but I wasn't working. A beautiful woman was looking into the shine, left in my eyes and whispering from far away. There were used cars like sparrows that turned to turtles along route 49, where I once lived and dreamed of building vinyard before I was betrayed.


    Some awards sat down next to me for my archetictual design work which came up as an equal and tangiable conference call with my years as a undercover ops-man for the military.
    I thought and thought , "If I could only stop crying, I would live. Survive. but the dead kept coming. Not violently but with manners, they stood near while 200 channels blazed in differing frequency's of attention.
    waitng for an invitation.

    "Ah, the flash drive" I almost laughed at the pain, but not quite.

    ""STAY WITH ME"" STAY STAY staaaaaay y yy yyyyyyyyyyyy..........w i t h m eeeeee

    Tears reaching out to wash me while I wasn't there reversed back into my eyes bringing a full breath with it, then feeling , if you could call it that in the moment, everything sped up


    The sounds of a chopper lifting.

    He's got too many serious wounds

    'Don't let HIM DIE" came over the speaker

    And the "Now" of now came crushing back while a spear jabbed my arm, red blankets of gauze, they threw out by the bucket.

    "Large VAC Wound, NOW!"

    "Pulse threading, bp falling''

    'Clear clear clear!!!'

    She was shouting something i couldn't make out as a mask went past my eyes
    but all I heard was


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