Couch slurping soup in the morning a place, a time, no person. Can more than one value be the valuable; more than one habit coexist? Confidence shakes in the chaos wind while lost is a mistaken sense of possession. Write eyes into egos and flies into meat to name the recipe: the seat of the pants. Tangy, sweet, built to savor, flavor founds a concrete paving stone to indicate where to rest.