I Can Hardly Wait Reading Welter of Books

I can hardly wait reading welter of books... courtesy Karen Windle a gift horse ponied up late afternoon May18th, 2020 over roan nay bore lee volition. Unbeknownst how she raised (cane), and loudly wrapped outside the door every ounce of her eighty plus pounds slip of elderly lady petite bow legged spry late 60's though older looking gal argh – I expect unpleasant fallout after piercing eyes unexpectedly discover references made regarding aged waif, who inexplicably signalled presence in toto i.e. presents to comprehend, a bounty, nah, not worth causing mutiny nevertheless heave on lee delight hup pea zing helter skelter discombobulated alienation courtesy coronavirus lockdown concomitantly venues to borrow books puts serious and perilous bind aggravated assault upon cerebral cortex regarding a forced hiatus deprivation to binge read reduced to peruse the daily toilet paper no stimulation for imagination to indulge magical mystery tour thwarted helter skelter ye silently ask rather infer "what me bored?" Despite severely circumscribed choices whiling away hours, who knows lockdown courtesy coronavirus (COVID-19) warrants near indefinite closure accessing literary material buzzfeeding noggin, an egg gone eye zing torture rankles healthy predilection to binge osmotically passion for written word all the while authors unbeknownst evoke quintessential pleasant provocation dredging up 10,000 leagues below the jewel bedecked cease son bewitched (Alder time) tremendous metaphorical pristine hinterlands Matthew Scott's vernacular semantic hodgepodge orientation withered away figurative gripes wrath and rail against series of unfortunate events ala defiant Lemony Snicket, when despair plummeted to all time low, who should unwittingly telepathically hear plaintive SOS sent none other than intrepid Karen Windle, who's mysteriously rapping announced dog send appearance bore deliverance (cue Banjos), where ecstasy didst delve where still waters run deep, nevertheless welcome respite when printed material weekly magazines offered scant respite.