Righteous Smart Left Hand

Righteous smart left hand Short lived amnesia (there's no app for that) found his highness (ha... ha... ha... hm) drawing a (figurative) blank today January 54th, 2021, when the misses asked yours truly to access Verizon voicemail, me noggin made a clank, no doubt forgetfulness potion I drank helps explain the circumstance spilled (er spelled) ernest and frank. After uttering expletive stronger than tarnation sought after digital information re: 1-888-234-6786, I handily pressed telephone keys right away courtesy five fingertips, and thumb expecting standing ovation course I practiced self abnegation and adamantly refrained exclaiming these bone a fied digits of flesh the best most intelligent in creation, my memory recalling telephone numerals more difficult then acquiring k-ration. Maybe you - anonymous dear reader unwittingly applauded (courtesy butterfly effect - vibrations felt in Schwenksville) impacted one garden variety human comfortably nestled within dwelling functioning as his remote workstation. Nevertheless, your friendly martian, i.e. me (from the outer limits of the twilight zone ofttimes analogously scurrying like dark shadow creeping along the edge of night) somehow either discerned (felt, heard or saw) aforementioned reverberation unbeknownst to yours truly, thought he detected, and felt atmospheric perturbations, which I automatically fantasized indicative of a strange being housed within alien nation. Pray tell - soundcloud I sensed twas thee, a faux Earthling, who telepathically communicated to mine overactive imagination please be courteous and befriend plus promise to whisk me away to never never land, regardless whether cultural heritage of population constitutes a cross between Alsatian, cetacean, Croatian, claymation, Dalmatian, Haitian, Thracian, et cetera.