I. There comes a time when there are two things left to say: First a sigh brutally communicates “forfeiture is the new assertiveness”. Last, a moan is the sole purveyor “it’s up to the ovum to decide whether to induce escape”. II. Escape is being redounded by a devout with a minor in debauchery who reviles the politics you revere while you debase his devotement despite his warm brown skin, reconciling “come home”.