Forsooth to Pick a Plane and Exist with it Running

Now you’re delving into your wiggle-tooth theatrics and bare-knuckle diatribes and cocked-handle platitudes and misshapen speeches and twisty themed how-d’ya-dos and folderolde riddles and titillating tirades and not-so-on-the-level accusations and revolting reproaches and castigating condemnations and dyspeptic disses. Dammit! Hold your brows tight and wade into the draining waters of yeartime, these temporal forces leaking from tomorrow’s ears. Semper fi, sons of playas.