endless leisure hours as distorted time stretch before me

endless leisure hours as distorted time stretch before me... like the infinite vista upon the midwestern plain farther than the eyes of mine (an ascetic and copacetic shortsighted father of two grown twenty something daughters) can no longer see, since sockets severely seared staring at the hypnotic screen blindsided courtesy the magnificent 7 (a group of seven major technology companies that consistently outperformed the overall stock market, particularly in recent years) severed mine "ocular orbs," leaving a comfortably numbskull bonafide USDA approved nondescript puny skeleton once sported a sexagenarian sliding seventy inches down into the behavioral sink dwarfed by teeming masses of dead people, (who once possessed a sixth sense) sporting telltale signs of misery somnambulance courtesy prolonged insomnia a sorry escape for a Dreamcatcher standing under the dome (more so wobbling on spindle shanks awaiting Rita Hayworth and Shawshank redemption), though I never flinch head and shoulders above me, where their vestigial swallowed tail (shriveled and atrophied coccyx resembling dessicated wild asparagus), the bony husk, the body, the firestarter illustrating emotionally tattooed generic common John Doe among skeletal husks of emaciated humans wolfishly fighting over scraps confusing yours truly (me) as some tasty morsel with weathered gristle remains of the day from a freshly fielded kill concentration camp victim mostly bleached lovely bones charred courtesy bonfire of the vanities the aftermath of cannibals partying after experiencing reefer madness strongly resembling animated stoned temple pilots base sic lee emulating 10,000 maniacs frolicking with more'n one barenaked lady supertramp wannabe turning her cheap trick ohm my dog after getting a charge quaffing electric kool aid acid test gifted me with aforementioned hallucinations to escape the cares and concerns of an uncertain future, hence I never wanna venture out nor can yours truly (me) break free and clear of this cell tethered with omnipotent cables of human bondage approximating as a quasi umbilical cord housed in Apartment b44 analogous to be encapsulated and livingsocial as if born again within pseudo makeshift uterus no longer experiencing desperation to venture outside into the webbed wide world because I feel safe and sound ensconced under the covers away from the coming fury where opposing armies never call retreat meanwhile the cursor blinks as the writer of these words sits stupefied yawning chasms that could swallow a Mack truck despite just arising from a siesta moments ago dead set to let thought unspool analogous to a meandering river baffling the casual observer why a more direct route from mountaintop to base did not manifest destiny "a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma" which origins of the phrase can be traced back to a statement made by Winston Churchill in 1939 regarding the Soviet Union.