the television clicks on. i turn and look. on the screen is an unhappy high school drop out selling used cars to people who cant afford them. i cant hear her though.
what i hear is "see know evil, hear know evil, speak know evil". and here i sit typing, a poor monkeyboy. a product of social darwinism.
i remember forgiveness, so i dont need forgiveness anymore. i remember memories, so i dont need to remember anymore. the terraforming has begun.