Okay What Fiend Stole Thy Body Electric

OKAY? WHAT FIEND STOLE THY BODY ELECTRIC!? thine distorted reflection rippled within rain maker's pool upon a midnight clear full moonlight flooded shallow abyss, cleaved fractal structures of silence reverberating deathly hallow from 'ere to infinity, whence magic wand whipped out from whereabouts unknown wove enchanting spell atop me shades at more'n fifty gray hair to fore, awakened from drunken stupor, whence sober self saw repulsive trouper fluid dynamic image jeer at pot bellied, dead panned, and ad libbed the mere ore image lam bent, mutilated spindled various aspects of myself a paired which, aghast at such creepy distortion i didst rear like a bucking bronco unclear how this horrid, jagged, limned paragon did wear a grotesque from heart of darkness – maybe Zaire or Zulu-land, this soaked silhouette half bare from the waist to head showed unmanly sagging overly engorged breasts plus right and left elephant sized ear egad, THAT CANNOT BE ME, yet upon performing self exam a glare ring outburst ensued, cuz thy once bronzed handsome physique grist for a Joker to jeer and fodder made for television series created, directed, and executed by Norman Lear which role might be temporary for Halloween, but near lee every SINGLE day and night, thy aged dusk fraught hominid jerked, leaped, pooh poohed I ham ill prepared to accept, roistering, rollicking, rueing this Frankenstein scarred complex deplorable edifice able, ready, and willing to be tarred rather than evince flabbiness, gruesome homeliness, instance Page Number Two: when no objection would arise to live out the remaining days of this life as the world wide web turns, spins, rattles... and voluntarily sign myself into a stew ward with (at minimum ), a ghoulish, gnarly, gummy self activated door leading to a privet hedge row trimmed topiary resplendent yard cuz every cotton pickin, friggin, fingerhut lickin portal iz barred dated Friday the thirteenth with **** face on that card!