Here I am...
Here I am...
So here I am in Moscow waiting for my train. Its freezing and I am surrounded by a massive crowd of people all red faced and eager to get home from a long day of tax evasion and arms deals. I feel someone tap on my left shoulder so I swiftly make a fist ready and swing around violently to face my foe. I am shocked. Instead of a foe, a friend. It is none other than world renown whistle blower Edward Snowden. He immediately embraces me warmly and whispers in my ear; "Jet fuel can't melt steel beams."
I experience what can only be described as ego death and I pass out. When I awaken I find myself sitting in Buddha position with a room filled with geometric shapes and I can feel pure concentrated energy emanating from my nostrils. I sneeze and the molecules expelled from my naval cavity slowly gravitate upwards towards the ceiling of this room with the force of a dying neutron star... The bogies spell out an important message. "Shrek is love, Shrek is life."
I experience what can only be described as ego death and I pass out. When I awaken I find myself sitting in Buddha position with a room filled with geometric shapes and I can feel pure concentrated energy emanating from my nostrils. I sneeze and the molecules expelled from my naval cavity slowly gravitate upwards towards the ceiling of this room with the force of a dying neutron star... The bogies spell out an important message. "Shrek is love, Shrek is life."
