Basking In Lyrids' Stippled Glow (Dance Craze to Follow?)

Drops cast from a shivering harpstring, Lyra's ringing clarion. Turn your attention to star-height, Lulu, and perspectives merge. It bears mentioning that one should be careful with time-travel thought-experiments. They just might work and think how funny that could be in the most unintentional and ironic ways. Don't drink in gulps because you'll just end up spraying your monitor when you blow an hilarity gasket all over again--- this is a metaphor, in case that isn't clear. It's also anti-metaphor. As mentioned in previous posts, the educational route is always best, because that's how the shit's going down whether you like it or not. Acquiescing is allowing oneself time to choose proper attire, but then so is time-travel. There are some other important educational theories packed into this. We're not in that region of that bramble just now, but keep in mind how ridiculous it all is.

The question: what could possibly go right? It probably will, so insanely improbable as the whole thing is. That's the scenario of highest probability in the current order and we've neatly aligned ourselves to the currents of absurdity. Plus, we worked in all of those tunnels and shit. You know it's going to be fun and games with a jester at the helm, which is why the unicorns, but, that's still a surprise and we'd hate to spoil it all before the nachos course. The scene in West Texas is as harrowing as ever it was, and Walla Walla is little better. It barely matters this matter, though, so carry on and sing an oddly melodic song. It could surprise no person, worldly or other, to discover a dance craze through yonder window breaking. Some version of The Twist, perhaps. Keep an eye on the twilight skylight where the night birds erupt from the edge.

For those in need of a more informational approach, the following video might provide clarification: