Repressed The smell of your couch, the sound of my voice, the presence of your form. My mind can barely remember, but my body didn't forget. it seems like writing on your hand, sweat will slide off all you had once written in neat pen. too nervous for the messages to stick. where will we put them then?Unfit for survival Sometimes I'm afraid I won't remember to attend to my bodily functions. I'll die of starvation or thirst or infections from not cleaning myself.I love old Monolith I love old Monolithagain start overF.E.A.R. forget everything and remember

Maybe 'd better forget.