Dwayne Johnson's Central Intelligence

It feels like a million years since I was in Muncie, IN.  It was probably about 11 years ago.  I am brought back to a story by watching Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson in Central Intelligence last night with Kevin Hart.  So Muncie started feeling like Nazi Germany, very naturally.  It was the proper manner that they had the flowers outside of the police station and historical society, the hidden fireman's park, and the consistent effort to keep the buses running on time just to begin with.  I also went to a synagogue service there that just happened to be a SHOAH service.  It included the fiddle at the entrance, and the red wine toast at the end.  Well, I started feeling The Rock coming thru.  I then was passing by the railroad switching station and there was a new pick up with the actual plates that said THE ROCK.  It would be there like once a week, but I never saw anyone else.  The windows were blackened in.  With what was loose in that vicinity, mystically, he was probably dealing with pretty consistent and significant psychotic breaks, but craved the energy.  I had to keep him in his truck because they were breeding WILD fighting dogs, from Appalachia, next door.  I took one of these dogs, on a one and a half inch chain linked "leash" through the center of downtown and to the river where we swam together, very publicly.  He did a good job of pulling, but healing as well.  The police then decided to spare these dogs and not fight them.  They were removed from the vicinity.  Maybe the wacky unstable CIA agent of CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE was a sign to me.  He WAS there for me when I needed, FOR THE CIA, against their rogue agent Will VanBank who was both trying to wed me, publicly, and hunt me at my residence, and in the streets, every day.  It kept me on my toes and moving ALL of the time.  Well Will, I choose to wait to meet Dwayne until he can be almighty in EGYPT and not a homeless man always to be on the streets and psychotic for eternity.  Scorpion King set crews are lying.  Dwayne is not a tomb raider or an antiquities dealer, illegally.  He has seen the true holy grail and he left it for the dirty of The FBI there, in Muncie.  Take a picture, CHEESE!  I believe that you were a CHEROKEE SHAMAN in a past life, not a Pharaoh or an Egyptian.  Dwayne does EAT scarabs, pretty publicly, while they still crawl, like a pet, up his arm.  Leave it in the past and mix with Colombian drug lords and Native tribes.  When there is a site that collapses, make the SAND cocaine and they will breath it in willingly and survive until the next dig with ecstsy.