 Crushes hands, skulls, brain, cave in, and man-made styrofoam. Truth is a loose sense, and see comfort in discomfort if it leads to truth. When I go to bed at night, they really think I'm sleeping. I climb out my window. I've lived 168 lives, and I'm only 20. In two years, I'll be 30, and I will have killed about 12 more cells.