The day does not exist. The ties that neck are ill-suited for lives that lie and dodge the light. Pale kings look back on their jesters and imagine a funnier oeuvre. Skinny monarchs still get from Canada to Mexico, severe storms and all. Start where you've begun and you'll ring what you rang from the corner of one eye where happiness hides. Disassociations and vagueness reveal all that there is while contradictions and plagues revel in lost fizz.