Part One Narrating Snapping Crackling, and Popping Trembling Underfoot

Part one narrating snapping crackling, and popping trembling underfoot..., which ushered poetic reverberations across the universe A snippet of careering and careening nocturnal cerebral manifestations attributed to strong medicament creating soundless clangorous din ofttimes diabolical dreams severely disrupt mine ability to function throughout rest of day. An adverse reaction to one or more prescription medications intended to combat anxiety, dysthymia, ocd, and other psychological ills (prescribed by Elizabeth Clark Psychiatric Nurse Practitioner) regularly, severely, and terribly disrupts sleep of yours truly. As a for instance recently, I dreamt figments of mein kampf fractured into a bajillion little pieces when the final battle between God and Satan known as Armageddon occured (situated within Megiddo Valley), which I (a diehard skeptic) would not miss Earth shattering event for the world! A diabolical entity (quaking with excitement) accidently (perhaps purposely) let slip the Apocalypse will strike seven days after today. Yours truly along with bajillions of other people held captive upon oblate spheroid will perish within seven days. Meanwhile, I plod along boulevard of broken dreams ho-hum fashion minding my p's and q's, oh of course giving remaining twenty four letters of English alphabet their diligent due respect. So much euphoria suddenly bubbled forth, where debilitating anxiety would usually churn. Though giddy with excitement, (no more plaintive laments about being dirt poor), yet wincing back concomitant sentiment also arose. No matter both pseudo and real contradictory reactions prevailed, I did not experience anticipatory anxiety that usually gets triggered regarding some worrisome circumstance. The aforementioned debacle (impossible mission beset seismologists).