On Wanting To Become a Bachelor

Less any objection with the missus, versus never experiencing living alone well...yes during that rough patch, (sans during early adolescence), I existed in a bone huff fied impenetrable cocoon, and just maybe before yours truly dies, a clone can be created from stem cells of this doggone melon collie, whimpering beastie boy finally revelling, where destiny does enthrone me rendering unfettered with round the cluck nymph fone mani yolk hen pecking, nagging, and leaching... from blood sucking vampire spouse foregone as a "bad" dream worse than getting Rhode Island sized gallstone removed subsequently saving said as gemstone whiling away hours, days, weeks... chiseling away at my gravestone, no matter yours truly will get cremated ashes scattered, liberated, and dispersed finally exempt from grindstone, where thee spirit of Math Hew Homophone Scott Harris appeased as powdery gray flecks similar to limestone, that swirl reintegrating with Earth, this quirky I poetically intone, and soundlessly utter from jawbone, perhaps communicating more clearly by knucklebone.