Turning Around in Sleep Ridden Water Bowls

So im going to write this in the manner as if this time it meant anything
I stood so close to the rooftops edge that I did not feel as if I were going to fall, but float

Over the hill to my house we go in our evening gowns and fancy tuxedos like that of decades past,we part on the off brand innocence of our younger days for the floor board carved out of stone approach in the matter of warms nights past under the supervision of only the ceiling and our imagination, our future racing like ididorod sled dogs and our past sliding behind us on the icey bed that we tried so hard to preserve and never forget, but melting away it comes to a boil and drain we must as to not overcook the delicate and delectable morsels of comraderie with sprinkles of the highest quality picture in picture like parallel universes we overcome our fears with dragon slaying sword action with poseable limbs, this one of a time offer will not last, call today, and schedule a remake of a classic once a year in hopes to revive an era in which you lost yesterday.