Okay here's my elevator line::
If you will I'm inspired empathatic tortured full of passion, rage, a transitional transeant forcing the crowd not only bow but wow. I am here to confuse you and masage your consiousness take you through the unlocked door of a maze. You I won't chase I have waiting a cage of blissfull change. My current indevor is to pass this bottle of sweet Lovers Wine and listen to the mixed media wind chime called time. An hour glass floods, salt outside your human form makes your mouth water or is it a moral disipline not to look at it?