Trigger Travel

Trigger travel, where am I being shot to. I am loaded in a barrel of a gigantic gun. I had to have a break, but this was large, who knows where I will end up. If I’m lucky I will clear shy of the big mountain. An earth man said to me with a cloak drawn across his face, you will land hard in new earth. You will grow and be one of a collection of the big men. You will build new temples with ease and create happy initiation and celebrate the ones from the skies yet to come.

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