Bang bang, the beat goes on.. The guy who'd rather paraphrase than parasail, who once sniffed a discarded modess and who really believes his habit of walking around with unzipped flies is dope, is sitting against his will. But unlike yesterday's morbid precursor, sitting here rejuvenated is a new will.

The celebration of the besotted still evokes the elation standardized back when found replaced missing. While wind working the lost then found thoughts analogized living in a binary world. Here's the tl;dr - The two poles are 1) do nothing and 2) flush and start over.

Living at the poles isn't pole dancing
beauty=god=love
only one can have your heart
why are we doing this like violets are blue? Perhaps a wake up to Today is an on day simplifies what goes here: names that begin with Z for the purpose of attributes like charming, beguiling and bewildered
names that rhyme with Hail attributes like life extending power fuel and the touch of beauty. Good hoed.

Don't just do me when I'm gone or going. Excuse me while I drop off a kid at the lake.