"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?