Figurative Paralysis Laid Waste Body Electric of Mine

Figurative paralysis laid waste body electric of mine This is Spinal tap bamboozling, binding, bleeding, bombing... ripped from every dog eared and book marked page recounting latest ill fated fiasco, now peppering my life and hard times causing quite an ache – fiercely teasing (the fire cat) curative panaceas sans almond sunset, chamomile, Osage Tea for the Tillerman. I tell myself Yukon try grabbing at straws with all your might to no avail even enlisting Strain gauge in tandem donning common cents equipage with a bunch of bootlegged banshees freed from their cage and as last ditch resort drafting electric eels. Yours truly as shock absorber quite astute accompanied by Jack and the Giant beanstalk golems to boot or lion eye zing tiger (perhaps named Tony, mean to the bone, but...oh so cute, who dwells in a tony neighborhood), swishing (Nike like) tail, and held up ala playing the flute an unseen hellacious, ferocious, atrocious or outlandishly jowly, egregious beast, who expelled offal asphyxiating noxious, odious, pernicious, et cetra odor from a moon unit sized Glute yea, I could also allude to some Monty Python flying dragon, who gives nada hoot, somehow remotely controlling any errant cyber wayfaring day tripper simultaneously while droning sheepishly not to ram into ewe. These high speed U-Haul trucks combine all the above scenario, to glean mental state of mine aye know really sucks, which gagging induces the worst instance of reflux making little rheum for ordinarily phlegmatic ho hum (what me worry Alfred E. Neuman persona non grata) guy. Sum total of available funds (since being defrauded to the hilt) to qualify for credit card, would only feebly meet Karma credit rating as risky business approximating the quacking of red hot inflamed ducks (my apologies to PETA, Paul, Luke...), they madly flap wings, yawping beaks, visa vis masterfully discovered on par with orange iz the new black evidenced courtesy Wu Tang clan in no way, shape, nor form unrelated to que clucks clan. Whew...only then (after reviewing the situation) panoply of mystical elements of breath aired per millennia times two resonated veritable pantheon of superstitions fired imagination as catalyst viz *****sapiens forehead tugging simian beard, whence bygone agents provocateurs fueled tens of previous generations bred Manichaeism credo, a nebulous ethos sans early humanity vetted dual chaired spirit world wide web populated with dominatrix Roman sol invictus wrought fiery brimstone who dared assert antiestablishmentarian dogma got hounded to whit; the bowels of hellish firmament most and/or many feared, they would be pitched headlong into said purported fiendish furnace, thus particular obeisance payed to morays; any voracious marine coastal eel of the family Muraenidae, esp Muraena helena, marked with brilliant patterns and colours.