Pastor Joe spoke about the many messiahs and he used the Powerpoint to his great advantage. There were many of them, splendidly arrayed in their dopey spiritual regalia. The slides flew by one after another like a disjointed flipbook of crazies.
Later that day I dozed somewhere and dreamed of being at work, on 38. The air around me thickened and shined rose-colored. There was a brief roar of sound before everything quietly collapsed into the ground. The entire city was engulfed in a quiet apocalypse.
Whenever I meet Maitreya or Benjamin Creme I’m going to kick them straight in the crotch.