Kristian MichailIt's 2019. I'm 26. I smoke a toad.
Literally. The most powerful substance on the planet. 5MAO DMT. The same chemical is released when we are born and when we die. The molecule of who we are. Imagine being softly caressed by an angel whilst getting fisted by the devil. Every hole filled by Mother Nature. To an outsider, you would look like you are possessed. As an insider, you know you are possessed. Enchanted by a mystery so deep you wouldn't want it any other way. Not that you could have it any other way even if you tried. The freedom in surrender. Laughing through the tears. One of those experiences so hard to talk about over beers. "Write Kristian, Write." That's what the toad kept saying. "You owe me some magic. It's time you started paying."
The words of the mouth are different than those that spill on the page. We all need a way to unleash ourselves from our cage. We think that writing is made for the intelligent. How wrong could we be. Most of the smartest people find it hard to see. So many are trapped in information. So many are trapped in knowledge. So many had their spirits belted out of them in college. Everything you need to know has always been inside you. You have somehow locked your heart away and that is the issue. Bleed who you are. Bleed what you need. Your courage to express yourself will leave so many people freed. If you don't think you can write, please think again. All that you need is a fucking pen. Paper is not even needed. Start writing on your hands. Voicing your mind will clarify your plans.
With love, Kristian Michail.