Book cause I spend an inordinate amount of time reading

Book cause I spend an inordinate amount of time reading... out loud. As a hypothetical argument yours truly doth not aim to be unfortunate recipient of misguided, misjudged, and mislaid blame, nevertheless I make dubious claim and baldly recede (ha – hair ye, here ye) from heady assertion to make bold statement such that literacy supersedes numeracy, between said measurable ambiguous, exiguous, and irriguous confusing, perplexing, puzzling pillars of cognitive, demonstrative, emotive, facilitative, generative... intelligence, hence not consonant far from the madding crowd, until the return of the native and perchance ludicrous to some above average dame, who might be prone to exclaim contrariwise, and squarely frame mathematics more powerfully (id est - greater than) basically versus stringing words together yielding cogent, decent, effulgent, fluent... result (that may not add up to a hill of beans) crafting supreme unequaled poem predicated upon cockamamie scribe, (one whose unexcusable laughable puerile mien modestly trumpeting his outstanding talent, hence he expects and deserves posthumous lettered fame), née, he already appropriated, leveraged, wielded volumes of his speculated worthless material synchronized to be broadcast immediately upon his demise (after the grim reaper steals dem lovely bones to avoid self embarrassment) avast treasure trove awaiting distribution across webbed wide world (including all manner of social media platforms) after discover re: visa vis artificial intelligence courtesy agency of smart machine to custom make similar facsimile thereof brilliant literature where good things come to life to emulate and evoke mental landscape and thought processes of one humble human Matthew Scott Harris while supremely, soundlessly, seamlessly, echoing beloved refrains from computer generated verses that would be indistinguishable from Joni Mitchell's original song titled the circle game.