Creative Cerebral Craftiness Coaxes

Creative cerebral craftiness coaxes... Childhood campy chimera curtain call subsequently hinting (based on accuweather) the approach of blizzard squall so burrow under quilted cover y'all until warm temperatures arrive when springtime ushers social media platforms buzzfeeding earthlinked instant karma jump/kickstarting linkedin outlook twittering romance in the air that's zall mother nature holds in store after Old Man Winter (lame as a duck this year) attempts to make one last hooha. Arctic bitter dead of winter cold ice sole ace shun finds solitudinarian to ejaculate (not prematurely) shiver me timbers cursing fate (and diagnosis of schizoid personality disorder) for being alone while polar vortex deep sub zero temperatures freezes each lovely bone excellent existential prized memory swimmingly recalls boyhood listening to drone of various and sundry en deer ring fauna extant amidst greensward, where imagination hath flown to imaginary Eden lyft ting uber a maize zing ears cocked while doodling towards Mother Nature's petsmart crafted chorus flushing out soundcloud queen of happy campers with bees zee winged wonders as they hone suite tracks unstinting well crafted aural presentations intended to entice a mate opposite jejune targeting their search nsync with one or another favorable counterpart, this buzzing destiny could favor a loon or some other apropos biological entity (or perchance if desperate to mate) coon sitter another species including the manifestation of microbes on the moon whereat boys and girls bounding, exclaiming, and yelping joie de vivre asper when counselors blow whistle call at high noon hour of day iz lunch, thence resuming their made up fun and par lore games such as knight in shining armor dashing off to save damsel in distress signaling heroism asserts itself really soon sans SOS and favorite ringtone (emulating Fisher Price) tune of potential prince where young love doth Flickr oblivious to a similar situation, aye lichen to avast Marcy's playground. Such panoply a prediction forecast by Doctor Punxsutawney Phil a blue oyster cult meme burr thus, in layperson terms six more weeks of winter for 2023 - so stay warm to stave off feeling offal bodes ill for species who clamor for warmth - supposed tell tale shadow spelt "N+I+L+L" and remain in hibernation if opportunities allow, and be thankful for not bing forced to mill around seeking warmth (case in point a street person), but ye and the big or 'lil body of warm flesh adjacent to thee (this day and age - unlike stereotypical storybook account about Jack of all trades and Jill exhibiting traditional garb many kin did instill gender preference a moot factor), or take stock, stock and barrel, how other creatures great and small burrow underground under a hill (shaped like an upside down pineapple) or reef amphibians, mammals, reptiles... instinct can remain 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea a fictitious place evoked by Jules Verne,... hmm...maybe he might breathe courtesy of an atavistic gill, who would downplay brouhaha to avoid any cavil; nevertheless any objectionable content forward complaint to yours truly stating point of view before one Norwegian bachelor heads back to Lake Woebegone come the end of April.