Well, things are a little mxeid up, in case you haven't had the time to notice. By the way, have you seen my house? It lies over there, right next to that sign reading: "CONDEMNED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE". What? You don't like the sign? You think that I was condemned merely because a sign says so? That's okay. I haven't had a house in many years. That's just a (condemned) memory.
That's all I have, you know. Memories.
The question is, if memories are just memories... why do they hurt so much?
What is a memory anyway?
Acoording to what my memory recalls, it is:
...the power (or process) of reproducing or recalling what has been learned and retained especially through associative mechanisms...
Check that out: I remembered all of that. Or was it copied. I don't know anymore.
Tignhs are a lttile mxied up in csae you hvaent ntoiecd...
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Subject Name: Karn Evil 9 /Code #: 655321/Cell #: 25/ Yog-Sothoth Prison Dossier
This journal tells the bizarre account of Alexander R. Hoffman, a prisoner of his own twisted state-of-mind. He doesn't live, nor is he dead. He simply exists. He exists in every emotion. In every atom. He exists. He is you.
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"...I was cured all right..."