I Experience Inappetence Yet Nevertheless Hunger For Victuals

I experience inappetence, yet nevertheless hunger for victuals Mine corporeal complex edifice unleashes convulsions of anxiety. Lack of appetite to savor even smallest bite unlike Pavlov's dog, I neither salivate nor excite at prospect (parking) body against table not low but fahrenheit unfair punishment fates did indict, whereby yours truly decreed to suffer wraith inflicted akin to ghastly revengeful Jacobite asitia struck with vengeance sucker punched pit of stomach with furious dog forsaken might unsavory predicament figuratively eating away me passion to relish comestibles day and night, hence feeble effort to craft poem quite lame rhyming for no reason right? Yours truly cannot remember, how many days, weeks, months... ago elapsed, whereby with voraciousness I ate (above mentioned statement veracious - food for thought) I plainly communicate hoop fully buzzfeeding, dishing out quandary in fortified effort to elucidate thee dear anonymous reader great if newfound (albeit tenuous) intrigue awoke courtesy mine artful ruse to initiate reciprocity, cuz regret iz the stealer of joy thus verbally athletic, cryptic, enigmatic, generic, idiotic, kinetic, magnetic, opportunistic quixotic, solipsistic (ha) troubadour who heartily hales within southeastern keystone-state dares himself to reach out across cyberspace in an cautiously optimistic effort to mitigate and extend his metaphorical (albeit empty) plate maintaining netiquette, an amorphous, yeah flirtatious nebulous groovy savoir faire, which mine body, mind, spirit triage suddenly seems restoration of natural craving toward sustenance doth oscillate. What relief long starved taste buds to appease cuz methought (courtesy obsessive compulsive worst case scenario catastrophizing) one garden variety guy acquired some generic disease A deep sigh of relief he dryly heaves!