Recurrent Sneezing Fit Courtesy Freshly Mowed Grass

Recurrent sneezing fit courtesy freshly mowed grass circa June 20th, 2022 prompted me to stutter self addressed rapid fire gesundheit nsync with, spluttering “I don't have any allergies!” An infinitesimal slight speck tickled nostril follicle – activated via an itty bitty, nitty gritty dirt band noah bigger than a mole luck yule set in motion a chain reaction, whence mine sensitive proboscis honker (wheeze - hilly little bridged fine tuned pug nose aroma sensor), got unexpectedly in gauged (in holy matt trim mo’ knee) to achew, and eschew pledging troth (in favor of hanky-panky) found this chap feeling phlegmatic because an endless string of faux allergic emanations, which upon subsiding left me throat rather raspy and voice some octaves deeper akin to a coterie of celebrated jumping frogs from Calaveras County, California took residence and refused leaving stranglehold upon math rote upon awakening from a hard day’s journey into night across the outer limits of thine twilight zone resurrected during slumber, yet upon awakening felt much refreshed and hungry enough to eat a horse – nee – make that forced whore – gulped down within a hoof n hour and now recount how back in the day when zooming thru the Lilies of the Valley (whooshing mass elf tubby an aeroplane) frequent bouts with uber twittering snapchatting sinus attacks besieged crinkled, doppelganger expeller for germs hunting with his clean X instantaneously for nasal passages to enter surreptitiously the fecund effluvia dripping, oozing, and seeping clear liquid as wintry cold air looses droplets from out a near frozen nose, which bloke knows not why frigid blast stimulates gallimaufry of sniffling to spurt into a volume of one after another gesundheit donning, snorting trumpeting unwittingly confusing Canadian geese, who misconstrue the honking from midway centered facial organ, which angry birds in tandem with flock of Seagulls quite perturbed to espy one curmudgeon chap clapping hands over (what feels like Smashing Pumpkins on face - resembling a Puddle of Mudd) in an effort to stifle subsequent gummy emissions, which residue expectorated with heave hoe shove schnoz el tov blowing into snot-rag. This thick mucous essentially the defense mechanism of a healthy body electric to restore biz zee nose as usual, which for this mild mannered liberal leitmotif from the chronicle of one matted nattering nabob of nativity attests congested mob functioning like a well lubricated machine, yet for the life of me, nary a handy dandy blues clues evident as per, how the human entity empowered to steamroll over any reasonably annoying bugaboo. Ah, now if only a similar innate defense mechanism arose within the mental health, that would be a supreme testament to thine atheistic tasty mints of miracles minus the attendant pharmacopeia of this, that or some other drug to aright skewered psyche (of this contemplative, emotive and intuitive literate outlier), whose sixty three plus eight shades of gray matter went awry and skewed toward tipping point (to cope with ordinary cares and concerns of an uncertain whirled wide web) found the bulk of his life riddled with a joe king, gun slinging tub back ha chew win, bard **** wordsmith, who doth newt like to utter any cryptographic crossword toward friend or foe.