I would like to pull out my front teeth. Really, I gnaw at them continuously, push them back and forth with the lowers. Sometimes I pull too forcibly, the grip slips, and a piece of cartilage births from the union and rolls around my tongue. My teeth are all worn. Chips abound. I pay too much attention to small tooth-aches when I should step out of the room and act, or create a masterpiece. But instead I gnaw, and it amuses me enough to avoid boredom.