I Hate Your Guts, Is This Horrible?

For long thousands of incarnations, each time you awake, you make believe you didn't. That's how far out it gets. It's like once I went to visit my mother when she was dying and she was under morphine in the hospital and I was under masculine. And suddenly there was a whole flip and I saw her soul and my soul and I saw us playing out middle class mother child dance almost without an error. Except under masculine, morphine. "I live so many threads dangling now," he says.