Bloody Leftist a Wrist Tuck Crat

Bloody leftist a wrist tuck crat! Fingers of left hand cried freedom, detached themselves and declared mutiny gesticulating thumb thing awful, than furiously haughtily prancing, skittering, zipping,... as self important independent digits indiscriminately deleting one after another email, mine eyes gleaned subject pertaining to boldface all CAPITALIZED notification urging, indicating, beckoning... immediate reply regarding... yours truly... huh me (Matthew Scott Harris) arbitrarily designated lucky random winner of ... some large dollar figure sporting countless zeros left of decimal point, I wept inconsolably intuitively aware foregone irretrievable message haint spam, but authentic bonafide one in bajillion monetary sweepstakes drawing impossible mission to recall subliminal communique, and resorted to hypnosis to jog mine memory and access lost data which hoop fully convincingly explains temporary absence, yea... understandable skepticism induces furrowed brow, but honest to dog Ott's well known selling exotic plants also provide Asian mystical, herbal, and celestial therapy, yet if unable to successfully tweezer out valuable key information locked within subconscious, courtesy specially trained experts tending rooted prized nuggets likening jewel heist forager determined to plunder loot, the mind will feel comfortably numb, which allows, enables, and provides cathartic, holistic, opportunistic... modus operandi to accept permanently zapped chance of lifetime to experience wealth (poof! gone within a flash) instant karma at the least managed to evoke fickle, nimble, and worthwhile poet to build splendiferous castles in the air.