The dark sea wanes with the pulses of life. Each creature bares a heart and blood, pumping in time. I forget the melody of this existence, and am often singing in a different key, to a different rhythm altogether. Lost, alone and out of mind weary.

Well it's someones fault for wiring my sinewy mind to work. At least whistle while you're at it! 

I forget most things at once. The things I remember at a time are few in number, shallow in depth and almost never of any use. I could've sworn I packed more knowledge into this meatloaf before I came to this planet. 

Ah well, to be human.

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