"Breathe in not the clove that gestates with distinction...But

rather, the sophisticated stench of the clearly wounded"

A champion, certainly not at his best...Choking with personal

distress...Reaching reconciliation. Like a crab in the wet

sand...Mine and your object of obsession. Because it's no

longer the thought that counts. Hence the new twist on life as

we know it...A different mask for a different day.

It's a tempting world we live in. It's sublime, without

treatment or release...A new man, from what we believe to be

an excruciation of the truth. So how many licks does it

take?... to get to the bottom of the barrel?