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scariness), which ill affords this unlucky husband to maximize tasting, savoring and relishing every sacred moment lest any given instantaneous moment find me in dire circumstantial straitjackets, I cannot stomach enduring another moment remaining, NOT blissfully married, yet acknowledge options limited tummy, whereby as soon as possible being abducted by aliens would be welcome respite, no matter they may conduct numbers of experiments, which happenstance welcome versus existence analogous to fraught being swallowed into belly of beast similar to Jonah and Whale...B-R-E-A-K-I-N-G...N-E-W-S... J-U-S-T...C-A-M-E...I-N...meaning at long last no more severe looming threats, albeit harmless hyperbolic inane kooky "FAKE" poet, whew courtesy Moby Dick reincarnated forever spelling reprieve from bonafide blatherskite at least until team of emergency first responders can risk life and limb to disable dangerous golem (frightful enough to give King Kong heebie jeebies) carefully crouching despite cringing with severe panic attacks, and undertaking grave task to dislodge poor (probably posthumous) poet wannabe, which inevitable fate impossible mission to postpone permanently, BUT with amount of skulduggery, HE WILL RETURN!