Temper cold. Temper swells. Temper breathes. Temper says all I want. Outsource the innocence. Make the day disappear. Caught up in the fake focus of the day. We're so excited we're as bright as the barricades. Day-glow emotions suppressed so we can suffocate. This is the sound of a fit [bad word]  And this gets taken in. [bad word] out again. We took to waiting and we made it a game. For every creek we had a person and a name. Bitter ellipsis in search of a sentence. We act...as if...laughing in the distance. Everybody wants a cursor to burden. Everybody a patient escape. Everybody wants and hour clock to bury. Everybody wants candles on open water. Up from the temples came the boiling of blood [bad word] down through to fingertips and anything touched by us. One could claim it was a state of emergency. I categorically abhor the reports, alleging every mention that we make is of more. In as much time as it takes to make more we have had less.