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Argh Daylight Savings Time March 13th 2022
Argh Daylight Savings Time – March 13th, 2022 Once again, yours truly dishes out his regular dose of literary gobbledygook even Count Dracula would not even bat an eye nor give me his evil curse, butta I avoid tempting him courtesy fanged hook or crook (albeit harmless) look regarding feeble effort I undertook. Don't forget hour hands of clocks spring forward sixty minutes 2:00 AM in Pennsylvania and other states bracketed within eastern Eastern Standard Time on Sunday March thirteenth! Yes roundabout third eye blind - doggone (con seeded) melon collie month every year, one garden variety bum (inconvenienced truthfully) precariously balanced while tethered to Earth hoop fully explains himself, hence following mishmash divulged courtesy unnamed generic chum purposelessly manipulating space/time continuum hold over. About 107 three hundred sixty five day increments elapsed since United States adopted Standard Time Act of March 19, 1918 confirmed existing standard time zone system and set summer DST to begin on March 31, 1918 (reverting October 27). Rat a tat tat doth lightly drum upon mine sixty plus shades of gray matter i.e., a sensation of jet lag (with earthling out of balance - an inconvenient truth) as if aboard Herbert George Wells, time machine – and trapped within The War of the Worlds impossible mission to escape at warp speed from this horrid station, where bumpy ride invariably finds me feeling ticked off and glum in no mood to craft reasonable rhyme, nor be leer re: cull (lyrical) juiced barely tantamount to gather scattered wits sin tide, and express mood as picky hewn hoe hum fortunate rising son, this chronological seismic shift nada wide, ah assume nonetheless, mein kampf cerebral hemispheric plate tectonics comb pluck hated off jangling black keys helplessly boom fancifully drifting and boring into quick ribald sand trap doom ming an inducement for emergency convoy, when pitched to and fro hither and yon from sea to figurative shining sea. Graham ma mother earth glum where live yik yak wired vanguard trulia tried optimism to hum nonetheless, swallowed down reprising Tom Wolfe ("O Rotten Gotham — Sliding Down into the Behavioral Sink") her cremated inert ashes boxed for more'n eternity like talcum powder went – me mum bling bloviation, once worth matchless peerage, now pitched numb lee into morass of temporary confusion, where plumb line delineating circadian rhythm offset, when athwart pilot rum man strait ting and bickering with Lilliputians slum bring within islets of langerhans defiantly thumb nose, where body, mind and soul weeknd strength (viz a bully did cower) hence mister clock, who got hijacked 3600 seconds per hour experienced head, thorax and abdomen diminishing in power wrought indistinguishable Whitsuntide as sour grapes imposing ill fitting sea legs, which folded like a faulty tower crumbling skeletal carapace, resoundingly surrendered, and back slid vis a vis space/time continuum did devour. Black hole (sun) event horizon indeed kept lock step as das joint mill hoard sucker punched the band (re: oh speed) wagon of father time, who riffs a silent chord nsync with atomic energizer bunny fractional second bored quirky shenanigans toying with chronometers counter point of view shifted to oppose this minute accord.
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