Killing Time While Homebound Until

'Killing" time while homebound until..., a cure gets distilled and/ or found for pandemic, thus... I expound. (Yupper - courtesy coronavirus CORVID-19), how ja guess my good smear it in friend?! - within Perkiomen Valley, Pennsylvania toyed with thought to withhold or send hmm... perhaps superstitious end synonym with ominous trend, methinks hoop fully auspicious, and synonym with propitious will not abend mine luckless mien kampf, cuz the latter two similar lend heft well woolworth their weight in gold - words, would moost notably, likely, and heavily portend toward disastrous, disadvantageous, disharmonious... to Matthew Scott Harris, whose time on Earth would uninhibitedly, uneventfully, and unabashedly end (ous ending intimating "possessing, full of...") in this case foreboding..., yours truly rendered permanently incapacitated to offend sense and sensibilities honorable sacred tenets to poetics tantamount to committing sacrilegious sin if hypothetically practiced orthodox church goer, and believer in reincarnation legend. No matter getting cremated (ha - of course after I die -) good one, though... ha) crafting epitaph, impossible mission to claim alibi, while on leave from life, and into cerulean heavenly sky of course this guy would never lie even in jest..., though all joking aside, now tis golden opportunity well nigh to compose obituary (mine of course), one garden variety (veggie burger eater) generic guy who... doth not fear death, nor shy about bidding permanent goodbye to sordid vices that DO NOT (no way) apply to yours truly, he coon sitters himself... well rather ho hum, (especially as singer - for Curmudgeon Dummkopf Ensemble (also known as the all star Schlemiel band), no idea, I cannot explain why.