The paradoxes

The two contrarians wants what didn't work.
Good thing it stopped there.

But before it did;
the fantasy hit the spot.

Their bizarre and niche had a blast.
Perversely incompatible
in the most compatible of ways.

They fried the toaster,
stayed in sensory overload.

Obliterated personal records,
indulged much too often.

Frolicked and played, laughed and danced,
gloriously drunk with each other.

They were both relieved when it was over.