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I Loathe Feeling Under the Weather
I loathe feeling under the weather..., especially when nasty elephant (named Thomas the pachyderm) stomping to break loose courtesy tether, where antibodies of mine struggle to band together loosely analogous to voters standing in a queue waiting to cast their vote (while Georgia on my mind wafts thru wireless earbuds) tickling the fanciful notion Raphael Warnock leads runoff by barb of a feather. Unseen discombobulated enemy Republican forces invades my body, I feel aware when a platoon of green berets airborne, and enfilading immune system viz knock and sock kin me with seer sucker punches mightier than a wallop from an indomitable haversack carrying giant bully bear, whereby ogre freighted hallucinatory fiendish dreams pop up dunk kin; the ordinarily outlook clear via this earthlinked, googly eyed live prodigy also smart ass derriere (ha – at least sense of humor still intact), when rest tis only respite against e’er gang num of good n plenti supreme warriors decimating ordinary robust healthy dreams with Machiavellian bravado – commando egg flu Jung (challenges fear of flying) smacking gluteus maximus with dagnabbit hemorrhoid flare, which intrepid invisible microscopic, opportunistic, parasitic, and sadistic organisms, either attack as one cingular rich hardened gear entity or congregate as best buy capital one egghead aggregate groupon heir worsening sync king prayer feigning, manipulating and scheming to be the magnificent seven donning follicles slicked back in imitation of a greaser coiffed swept back blond hair, where if one could zoom in and magnify manifold melee evincing hammered sterling rods bamboozling schlepping schlemiel scalp with molecular size trumpeting atomic bombs leveling thee MineCraft concentration with piercing arrow marks to the don then Ask Jeeves enthroned as one linkedin BuzzFeed ding human Bing as if this hotmail happened tubby some fancy feast, where gimlet eyed did cling asper with super acting non-glue tin, NOR NON GMO guaranteeing LifeLock on par with Pinterest ting hand crafted golden earring, these invaders re: Avast itsy bitsy potpourri foreigners without any remorse to fling helter skelter their infectious uber twittering, snapchatting, and Ringling Brother Barnum, Banks, Bailey and Bittle inherited deadly killjoy Bluetooth to quell as defensive IdentityGuard from their mothers excellent skill casting a spell binding gilt free progressively deteriorating conditions where the William Tell Overture played doh ver, and over incessantly within – any let up waking up in cold sweat per unwelcome viz zit by archers in dark hoodies wielding crossbow whereat slings and arrows well aimed at the apple of me heart, thus ratcheting up a notch this feeling feathery tarred, and essentially un well, where microbial infrastructure bound me with fluted strep throat, thus disallowing me to issue rebel yell.
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