Ah, you’re driving me to a convenience stop — hints I don’t care.  
Push-pull can be effortless if I tell you how we’re doing. Force the window. 
There’s a piece of karate, a fragile backspace we erase, open it to how 
turbulence’s... and your eyelid more active, blinking. A sign your  
push reaches a pull where time management is good hearted unleashed.  
I’m just commenting on efficacy in speaking clearly, knitting your brow.