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My father came closer to me laughing while he did it he said to me lets put a smile on that face... No thats not right ah I was a gangster named Jack I was having an affair with my bosses gal and then... nope thats not right either, Maybe I was up on the catwalk and Batman busted in but I couldn't see anything cause of the stupid redhood mask. Nope thats not it either I'm not sure how it happened sometimes I remember it one way other times completely different all I know is that Batman made me somehow and soon very soon he will have to put creation in the ground or everyone else.

Memories so treacherous one moment your lost in a carnival of delights with poignant childhood aromas the flashing neon of puberty all that sentimental candy floss the next it leads you somewhere you don't want to go somewhere dark and cold filled with damp ambiguous shapes of things you'd hope were forgotten memories can be vile like repulsive little brutes like children i suppose but can we live without them memories are what our reason is based upon if we can't face them we deny reason itself although why not we aren't contractually tied down to rationality there is no sanity clause so when you find yourself locked onto a pleasant train of thought heading for the places in your past where the screaming is unbearable remember there's always madness madness is the emergency exit you can just step outside and close the door on all those dreadful things that happened you can lock them away forever madness is the emergency exit