I Hate Robocalls

I hate robocalls! I turn off damn ringer, nonetheless... telephone still buzzes twenty four seven eight days a week automated telephone calls digitally recorded message perfectly spoken English differentiation to distinguish "FAKE" simulation all bot impossible totally immune to escape gagging hospitable invective electronic jawboning immunized against antipathy, cruelty, enemy, hostility, insecurity, pleasantry Yukon run to tallest mountain dive into Mariana Trench get catapulted into outer limits of twilight zone, yet NEVER be free and clear getting wirelessly zapped with visual ad audiological offal dregs and spam oh... , yes even after life, while weightlessly pinwheeling in limbo, particularly during eternal sleep, when dead souls repose six feet deep or corpse undergoes cremation... yepper, infiltration into atomic core blithely battered, jimmied, cherry lee pitted, tweaked, worse fate than return of Zombies electrical essential existential incorporeal surreal auditory ordeal spurs indiscriminate human to relish golden silence spawning best selling novel to flesh out fiction Utopian treasured island story winning unknown author instant acclaim and glory describing village people livingsocial, free and clear without annoyingly, egregiously, infuriatingly, maddeningly, quaveringly vexing, nauseating, disrupting blitzkrieg courtesy aggravating trumpeting autonomous programs hijacking brainstorming concentration thwarting aim tug get back on target (even when carrying on camping) sundering coalescence regarding colonizing black screen aborted doomed genesis of brilliant fleeting idea, thus one smart generic garden variety longfellow forced to grovel along boulevard of broken dreams. Any resemblance between above hyperbole and living persons purely coincidental!