Argh the bane of daylight savings time November 3rd 2024

Argh... the bane of daylight savings time – November 3rd 2024 Hour hands clock back sixty minutes of Autumn round about same of month every year, what a bummer, an inconvenient truth diverged from this chum purposelessly manipulating hold over yesteryear doth drum sensation of jet lag (an inconvenient truth with earth in the balance) as if flying within time machine at warp speed from this station, where bumpy ride invariably finds me feeling ticked off and glum in no mood to rhyme, nor be leer re: cull juiced barely tantamount to gather scattered wits sin tide, and express mood as (a gardener sows what she/he reaps) hoe hum being fruitful to multiply seeds of life cached within scrotum abstaining from prophylactics to help beget new life within womb, how quickly nine months will zoom before daughter or son regaled after parturition fortunate, 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, after courtesy forensic anthropologist a greatful dead body he/she doth exhume conducting post mortem baptism of corpse sending lifeless subject down a flume when subsequently pitched from sea to figurative shining sea – gram ma mother earth glum, where live yik yak wired vanguard Trulia tried optimism to hum nonetheless, swallowed down cream mated behavioral sink her/his inert ashes boxed for mod urn 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 ming nose, where body, mind & soul weeknd 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 of wrath 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 reo speedy bandwagon of father time, whose riffs a silent chord nsync with atomic fractional second bored quirky shenanigans toying with chronometers counter point of view shifted to oppose this minute accord.