This Is Not About My Near Death Experience

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I know, I know kind gentle and very goodlooking readers..I have promised over and over again to share my one and only near death experience...but I have not (yet). I can't blame you for wanting and yearning for this legendary story from the Kriss archives, after all it does contain: three days of the Grateful Dead, me and the girl in the white summer dress and how I told my friend "I love her." He asked , "Why?". We turned to her and she was getting down so awesomely to the music...I/we couldn't help but love her (I also saw her cartwheeling down the lawn at Shoreline, but that is a different story), and...there is always an "and", and me and the Japanese exchange student on mushrooms as the jock-dudes sang "...we are the champions" to Queen (another different story.). Anyhoo...

Awe...fuck it now...I lost track of what I really wanted to say...now I'm thinking about...The Dead Years...

I promise I will get back to some mighty atheist blogging...I'm a gonna let my mind wander a little bit right now. be back real soon...

Update: What I really wanted to blog about was this book by a neurosurgeon that claims heaven is real because dude was there and he is more credible than the average believer because dude is advanced scientifically and medically.

I don't believe that and neither does this article. Let's see if I can recoup...