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A couple days ago I was driving around somewhere and I had a vision.

It became clear that something was in the air. I rolled down my window to let it out and continued my vision. Perhaps otherworldly beings had given me this insight. Maybe I’m one of those autistic geniuses who can compile huge equations on TV to fight crime and make up for my brother leaving an incredibly witty and successful sitcom in it’s peak to pursue some faint dream that he may be able to carry a movie career.

And maybe, just maybe a wee little bit of all that acid i took in high school got chipped off a vertebrae and sailed to my brain, giving some sort of sight beyond sight.

It’s beside the point.

Here’s what I saw: it was inevitable- sometime in the near future the world would rejoice to a live performance of Pink Foyd- as they were meant to be- with Roger Effen Waters once again at the helm. It just seemed right- all the signs are in front of us. Had you been watching E!s dramatic reenactments of the Jackson trial you might have seen them as well. It’s time.

Thank you pitchfork for confirming my psychic abilities.