they say that you are a waste of breath. But I see you trying to imitate art. the art of being human. it never ran thru you. Never was your thing. the human chord. just the mean streak and those loathsome ways. i say keep striving for that brass ring on how to breathe. keep imitating what is clearly human. then join the those of us who consider breath a treasure. join the few who will dedicate their breath to another and another.