I'm going out on a limb by posting this. Yay for strange idioms!

today today today today today
to know is not to perform to perform is not to know is not
I have a beige derivative record.

Cobwebs hide dark secrets in dark corners. The deepest down agonizingly born.

Decanted away in filmy damp cellars restrained by bitter oak. These vessels, only needfully tapped and sparingly drunk, rest in easy rows. Over time, webs and casks accumulate and age. Froth to foam to smooth clear amber and vanilla-scented oak.

But in this house abides a drunk. Tainted brew painfully purchased will not wait long enough for froth to subside and film to sprout. Desperate hands, feverish palms smash cheap wormwood.

Cracked lips demand immediate drink.

Bitter rawest froth will never quench thirst, but bloat stomachs to the exclusion of finer draughts. Splintering still green wood shatters smashed. Crushed contents pour pale memories onto greyest cement, pooling thin yellow. The miserable planks lie, a perpetual warped wood shipwreck moldering in a puddle of pale yellow bile and froth. The cellar, empty. Despite the wreckage, there is nothing. Nothing. No spiders weave their concealing filament. No soft vanilla oak. No barrel lies untapped for tomorrow.
There is nothing here.

I feel so small.