The old man looked like driftwood in the sponge of his mattress. The -V-chompers-V- in his vacant smile brought to mind an elephant graveyard(former stompers, tusks went plompers!). Memory for you will be short, though, I thought. Your body is a rack and your eyes vacuums...foul mouth a grotesque museum. Poor devil. Fortunately for you, you're dying. Requiem.