Poetic Prognostication Proves Itself Pathetic Pablum Part One

Despite countless factorial permutations & combinations, this cyber surfer avails two alms seeking succor asper Somerset Maugham. Mom mee whiz able to sic cure human bondage, boot metastatic carcinoma snatched such balms when tethered in utero umbilical connection, etched bromide, which hankering calms embryonic sensation this corporeal being lacks constantly subjected to exams from the school of hard knocks, which I bewail sets back and gloms mine aim to revel in blissful contentment course out of Homs way, but circumstances decreed otherwise cursing chap whose sweaty palms foretold veritable haunted elfin grotto where dwelt operatic phantoms hovering over sweet clover dialing up mirage yes...I iris sieve blurbs from gals and guys that span World Wide Web, who forewarn and exude against premature ejaculatory ecstacy, puzzled yours truly (a garden variety generic bloke) detects giant bellowing fee fie fo fum I smell the blood of an Englishman. Be he alive or be he dead. Meanwhile mine tenderfeet totally tubular trod tedious trek along the boulevard of broken dreams what happenstance oft finds thyself to flail amidst difficulty to maximize optimal opportunities searching for Holy Grail or whatever constitutes such lofty personal objective, perchance being hale and hearty of body, mind and spirit spurs the furies of fate tut test this primate while he aims to gallop with mighty industrial vim and vigor leaving a virtual cloud of dust, though mindfulness helps to pass go, and chance avoiding jail time, then maybe monopolized feedback offered to this toothless mwm quasi-vegetarian enjoying poetry stone soup, yet also subsisting on supplementary vitamin packed glue tin free NON GMO fruity tall tales for a male thirty eight years shy being a centenarian, which span of life best cut short with a nail (possibly nine inches) hammered into faux coffin, cuz this imp doth turn pale at the prospect to fill up a space of land best utilized by birds - such as quail Mongoose, or ibis (though aye ne'er saw one), where cremated ashes sail across some verdant plain under cerulean skies putting to rest every travail, which thoughts of dem eyes spells relief since potential homelessness - the main impetus explaining this rambling spiel (clumsily crafted near ten years ago) the warp and woof ova gauzy veil imperceptibly looms closer upon turrets of my digital sea faring gunwale and thus desperation finds pleading for salvation. Before mine danse macabre doppelganger draws dagger punctures skein tight yank key notched belt housed within mine impenetrable hermetically sealed invisible bubble drapes with blackened Hades hued habiliment therein dwelt sinister saboteur mastermind marauder of the Hubble piercing fiery oculus rift presence unseen but felt demands human sacrifice (me) to traverse river Styx with unadulterated gelt, which known phantasmagorical double diabolical self amidst aftermath from Armageddon rubble astride charred global housing ruins entire civilization melt planetary paroxysm prognosticated by Maya sages with 11th hour stubble birthed Darth Vader nemesis with evil upon earth he did pelt annihilating mankind, the derelict species that fueled trouble hence evil twin appointed apocalyptic malevolence spelt desiccation, humiliation, and laceration upon once verdant veldt with mass crematorium desecration left horrific blistering welt!