Tiananman Square jumble

It would be truly amazing to be able to walk on walls without gravity limitations. I want to be able to do what I want, whenever I want to. I can do anything I want to if I put my mind to it, I mean, am I right?  Learning from all those protesters in the 70s, I know protesting really worked.

So I’m going to jump in front of that tank engine and poof! They’ll be gone. If I’m going to stop and stand in front of those soldiers, they won’t move their little tank engines over to Tiananmen Square, you know what I mean?

This is what I’m going to do: Stand on my feet on the front of the tank, and slowly allow the floor to rise up around me. Eyes open. I’m ready. I will not move. I’m faster than this tank is. Does that big tank engine think he’s faster than me? Haha! Yeah right. Umm, okay so he’s moving to the left? Oh okay, sure… like that’s going to stop me or something? Vroom vroom, that’s all I hear but nothing’s happening. He’s not going to get me... never! LOL.

I wonder what the news reporters will say about this… “On this day - June 4, 1989, a little Asian man with black hair, brown eyes, about 5’4,” slim, wearing a white collared shirt with black pants, and two brown bags in both his hands was reported on the outskirts of Tiananmen Square in Beijing, China. He was seen blocking a tank engine that was headed to Tiananmen Square. There was no suspected violence at the scene.”

Yeah, that’s pretty much how I want them to talk about me. I’m not like trying to do anything wrong or anything. I just don’t want the tanks to go to Tiananmen Square. There is no need for violence. Why do these soldiers have to go and come in here and try to create all this violence for no god damned reason? We don’t need those fuckers here!

Hmm… I wonder what the tank driver’s thinking right now. I bet he’s pissed. Thinking about it, he’s probably in the tank just screaming at me - saying something like, “What the hell is this man doing? Get the fuck out of the way! Damn he won’t move will he? He’s fucking following us and blocking our way! I just want to shoot him… BOOM… and he’ll be gone!”

I feel the floor slowly rising up around me. The wind is tense. The air is hot when I am standing in front of the tank. My eyes are wide open. I'm ready to go. I feel more powerful than ever before. I've never done anything like this. I am fighting for what I believe in. This is more important to me than anything in my life. But...

…Oh shit I realize they’re not moving. What’s happening? Alright, well I’m not going to just stand here looking like an idiot, I’m gonna tell them what’s up. I’m going to climb on the top of the tank engine and give the tank driver a little talk. Oh shit he’s coming out of the tank engine… and he’s not very happy. “YOU MOTHER FUCKERS DON’T GO. LEAVE US ALONE…” Oh hell no, don’t hurt me, I’m not trying to get scars on my body… I’ve been through enough falls in my day. I’ve gotten stitches when I was a young one. I’m not about to get hurt or arrested… I’m out of here!