Sonics and optics are today's shits and grins. There was a time when you could do things just for the sake of it. Got that? Now... watch out - how does it look? (optics) how does it come across when you hear about it? (sonics). So where does this fit into what's going on? The sheer joy of doing what felt good and answering Why? with just a grin may have been irresponsible at times, but it spared you from elusive justification. Just imagining replacing that with satisfying the S and O makes one's vas deferens freeze. Yes, it looks bad but can a bitch get a donut?

Just a word about Golgotha - plastics. Many a lost soul got picked up vacating the search for Theron Sapp and finishing Franz's 8th in the midst of a reverie. The power of prayer, then staying with instincts until that soul thing gets whole conveniently stages today's dump.

Your pool and the pigeon shit dilemma
In this limo of love place is juxtaposed against the particularized film on the surface
the end or just a marginalized aspiration of being on top
so just accept clearing it up and for sake's sake, get off the iambic.