Tutti Forgetti. Brian Eno.

I forgot everything.
Everything.
I forgot my whites.
I forgot my preferences.
I forgot my friends.
I forgot my arguments.
I forgot everything pertaining to me, or my person, or any details, extensions, thereof. Or any proposed detail, or extensions, thereof. And all damages, scars, dents, and permutations resultant therefrom.

(Too much)

I forgot everything.
I forgot everything.
I forgot my sexual healing.
I forgot my dog.
I forgot my evidence.
I forgot all my teeth.
I forgot my laughing.
I forgot everything.
My clothes, my whole wardrobe down to the last shoelace.

(Not enough)

I forgot everything.
I forgot everything.
Everything.
Everything.
I forgot my every pimple, scar, minor abrasion, burn, rope, blood, steel, hair, teeth, odd skin, scalp, will, mother, salt, hurts, failings, blunders, blotched, burnings, the family after axiom.

(Just right)

Everything.
I forgot everything.
Oh everything.
I forgot everything.
Everything.