The Cobra Game

Instead of playing music myself, I simply crank 'Mysterious Semblance at the Strand of Nightmares' on my portable boombox and stare at the ceiling drooling.

I fashion a bucket out of guitar strings in an attempt to catch your drool, but instead it just makes a weird scratchy noise.

I sit on my drum stool meditating. Meditation is key in kraut.

As Josh meditates, I walk over and push him off his drum stool (meditation is better cross-legged on the floor anyways).  I begin playing very very slowly, which I attribute to a minimalistic artistic approach, rather than a simple lack of drum skills.  

I focus on the present as all. The future and past exist only in the present, which is what there is and all there is. This fact enlightens me to knowing that the only way to achieve eternal life is to recognize that man has eternal life in every moment of his being. Therefore, I sit cross-legged on the floor, basking in the glory of eternal being.

Then Dylan pours coke on me, giggling like a school girl.

I pass prompting duties to Josh, as I'm going to take a shower.  

schizoid_man77 wrote: I'm dead

Seeing my Kobaïan is doing nothing for the masses, I take a more accessible, more understadable, more commercial, simpler decision, and begin to preach Hinduism.

"...so, you see, we are all really one and the same: we are all a piece of the great self, who has set up this great play for his own amusement, and who is also playing hide-and-seek with himself, and that's what all existence amounts to."

I amplify the sound that it is converted to a frequency where the dead can hear what is said. Upon hearing the teachings of Hinduism, Ian learns of reincarnation, and comes back as a duck with a monocle and a top hat.

In a very casual manner, I then raise the SX card and point at Angelo.