but this is really what i think. that the universe is like a big maze made of cardboard boxes & i'm just the teddy ruxpin to walk through it. the rest of everybody is a series of holes stuck in the cardboard to which googly eyes & kissing mouths or green pipes & bulbous noses are afixed. every so often you get a chatty cathy or a self-wetting suzy. or star wars action figure here or there. most of you don't even have your own special read along with the chime cassette tape innards. but every so often you run into one of those big furry catapillar sonsofbitches, & wouldn't you know it, he reads his part on the tape when you'd usually just have a gap in the track?
who the fuck are you kidding? i'm george fucking washington. anyway you look at it, quarters or wholes, i'm slot-dropped into arcade machines. pump, pump dig-dug. there are all these lizards hiding various fruit types in your cemetary. some of them are even wearing goggles. things have gotten bad & lonely are the dead no more!