Lungfulls to death, it's a statement; life is too short to semi-colon, one must go for the full poop. In and out and digest again, poison is your apartment story: permanent income stream on the River Denial. Temporariness threatens to choke that which might ember, smoke of oxygenated will a shout into empty time: You may defeat me in the end but this unclocked moment I've mined for all practical purposes.