i dreamed of a former life. i was a work-slave in a home for feeble-minded children
 

is that true? how could that be true. yet it Feels true. i know that oppression- i was a slave child.

dude, that is like heavy real, you were a slave-child? i thought you were, like, a latch-key kid playing hooky...dude..
 

no no dude, dude, that was a Nother life i'm talkin bout. that was before i got drunk and played hooky in the fort by the trace in the forest by the particle accelerator.

i know, i know, life seems so boring, yet all this stuff happened, maybe it's all made up, maybe i was a bored kid who made it up under the covers with a flashlight reading toby tyler.
 

 who's to say. who's to say. it's all so pleasantly amorphous nowadays.

this is real though, this is happening now, this is reality, my friend.