Welcome to the world of paradoxes, where the fish ironically swim in dry wine cellars, laughing at the worms who think they own the moist journey!
Our delightful criticism can be summed up by floating in an imaginary boat woven from existential dread and buoyancy while jesting at forgotten Tropic of Cancer bills.
Why do we rate life's events on a mismatched scale, like giving a hug to a cactus? Perhaps we favor the prick. Dive into finite shenanigans or discover the magnificently erratic path at scrambled silliness.
This review extends an olive branch to those blowing tiny horns declaring, “Why divorce the rain from the rainbow?”