Into the Maelstrom

(hub bur rigid version.) All la names bespeaking deity froom Noah Mo' Room India Arc of Covenant to Blood (sweat and tears) of San Gennaro devout wowed, and/or Turin shroud consonantly demonstrably, desperately, faintly, glumly yet plaintively, muttered aloud, no evading the steadily avowed Atheist approaching funnel (dum mental) stormy cloud, cuz far as the eye could see - at least by this Beatle browed bipedal hominid (north, south, east, and west), the conical, demoniacal, and elliptical endowed sky high reversed cone, bow wowed wailing 10,000 maniacs + same number of banshees wove weft and white across wide whirled web whereat, the black vortex vacuumed everything in sight (chowed down) with loud violent row dee earsplitting sound everything within a vast path got plowed obliterated, and annihilated proud lee into bajillion smithereens, hence mine entire being held spellbindingly agog frozen in place ruff akin to well trained dog without a chance to bark a blog mired stock still courtesy, sans extreme fear comp pounded (zero apr) via quintessential supreme tear roar immovable paralysis plus helpless as pollywog lacking seizure of critical whatsapp cerebral cog as if blinded by a mental fog, cuz nothing withstood the incalculable suction emitting barrage of sounds - hmm...methinks or imagined, I heard cry of a hog amidst the pandemonium, plus uproarious, ominous, and insidious howl, though still some scant miles removed, the deafening roar felt like top of my head blasted unable to jog free (like a bajillion trained thundering monsters at log er heads) these screaming quasi nemesis seemingly horrifically, and directly into my tender ears.