[Voice]

[willcut-youdown.livejournal.com]

[It's kind of quiet, maybe the sound of a bird in the distance and some light rustling of leaves as the breeze blows before Teresa speaks. Her voice sounds noncommittal, despite the seriousness of the subject.]

What are your beliefs of life after death?

Comments

[broken-gift.livejournal.com]

Transference of conciousness possible but unlikely. Mushrooms must be the cause.

... Did they have blue hands?

[willcut-youdown.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry, dear?

[broken-gift.livejournal.com]

Hallucinations often caused by mushrooms. You are in a fictional place, hallucinating. Cogito ergo mushrooms.

[willcut-youdown.livejournal.com]

I don't eat. Especially not mushrooms that I don't recognize.

I died. And of that I'm positive.

[broken-gift.livejournal.com]

Recognised from personal experience?

[willcut-youdown.livejournal.com]

Personal knowledge. I've spent my life providing for myself, though I rarely eat as it is.

[broken-gift.livejournal.com]

Eating is overrated. Evolution should soon remove the need.

[willcut-youdown.livejournal.com]

I did only eat once every week or so.

[broken-gift.livejournal.com]

Can you be sure you no longer eat? Is this the "or so"?

[willcut-youdown.livejournal.com]

I had to eat, yes. But not often. I could go a month at the longest without eating.

How the heck did we get onto this subject?

[broken-gift.livejournal.com]

If you are dead... There must be research!

Where are you?

I asked myself that same question...

[willcut-youdown.livejournal.com]

That, dear, is a good question. There weren't any road signs here last I checked.

[broken-gift.livejournal.com]

Droll. A description is worth a thousand names.

[willcut-youdown.livejournal.com]

Trees. Rocks. A river. Mountains in the distance that you never quite reach. A bird I never quite see. And blue skies every day.