Look at your god . . .
Now back to me . . .
Now back to your god . . .
Now back to me.
Sadly, your god’s not me, but if he stopped being an irritatingly self-contradictory artifact of public delusion and started talking like Morgan Freeman, he could sound like me.
Look away . . .
Now back to me.
I’m shaking hands with that guy you love, Matt Damon.
Look down. Now look up.
MATT DAMON IS NOW COTTON CANDY.
Anything is possible when your god is Morgan Freeman.
I’m in a Mustang.
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