Still Dithering With Hesitation On Brink of Abysmal Precipice I

Infinite pitch black void zoomed, I vacillated then pitched headlong (head and knobby knees, over heels) where skeletons in shuttered closets roomed, and antithesis of freedom loomed large (think) cosmic size grand canyon groomed courtesy the once mighty Mississippi, now barely a babbling brook in places espouses, and cloisters unbridled wedded bliss till after honeymoon, than couple fumed one accusing the other of infidelity absolute zero witnessed crime of passion lifeless bodies in shallow grave entombed after violent retribution forensic experts determine homicide after lovely bones exhumed shotgun marriage from getgo doomed structured sound of silence boomed. Against the wishes of slumbering wife, the following I nonetheless narrated, to you how she temporarily held yours truly check (mated), thus eternal salvation sought at healing waters of Lake Woebegone repurposed conscious being to experience sanguine mood linkedin attending high school reunion ridding hypocrisy, modesty, and travesty initially I hibernated away from madding crowd once for all ascending soul asylum gilded gated stairway to heaven consanguinity amidst deceased brethren impossible mission to discern, dawdling against inevitable fated doom, thus I nevertheless equivocated and bemoaned series of unfortunate events. Daniel Handler an American writer and musician best known for his children's series A Series of Unfortunate Events and All the Wrong Questions Lemony Snicket honestly created salvation blissfully, knowingly belated and thankfully ameliorated. At long last doomed existence finally fancy free and footloose Earthly afflictions divine creator severe trials and tribulations let loose promise body, mind and spirit triage damn physical, mental, and spiritual afflictions permanent vamoose yoked Sisyphean and mephistophelean woe summoning herculean strength (mine) to vanquish courtesy (halloo) gibbet welcome noose necks stop outer limits analogous cooked goose.