Can'T Decide If I Should Slap Myself Silly Or Have Another Cuppa Decaf

There are days like these when life patently doesn't come easy like peas and carrots, tea and biscuits, moonshine & sun's resign, more so resembling ill-assorted poked chocolates' wrongdoing of dissemblance discombobulating conceivability mid hokey designed disorderliness, inasmuch mute poetry impatiently awaiting lavishly gifted muse's breathlessness to transform convoluted unreasonable fractals pon escaped tauntingly mundane madness, twixt brass-tacks wracks daunting tribulations throughout intervals of immoderately spun matter-of-taxing challenges and perplexing puzzle pieces, sans instructions far-side nonexistent proportions affixed with sticky hot glue gun drivel or coffee pathetically absent jolting caffeine...