The Burrowing Instinct

(alternately titled... whoops rites of spring prematurely ejaculated). This livingsocial mortal opposes rigor mortis deadened waiver! Great slabs of ice thrust from Perkiomen River competing forces did deliver contraction and expansion giving yours truly, a frightened shiver hurled with heft of Goliath smashed into a bajillion pieces, akin to alms giver momentarily, sans freeze- frame (courtesy J. Geils ghost) suspended, hallucinated me accursed and destined, grim fate akin to drunk Mini driver city, viz frozen blocks buzz feeding frigid air, a sliver of Ice Age dam axed face of Paul R. Vortex as he launched a thousand shrieking banshees, an narrow escape as I did quiver, hence explaining thunderous crash heavily argh...no time to mull battering (ramming analogous to more'n one angry red bull) Highland Manor Apartments little imagination needed to envision skull and crossbones harkened full Nelson deathly hallowed grip inescapable pull aghast and petrified to brimfull (of mine non hull king manlihood down to the last drop), nonetheless didst cull atavistic adrenaline laden fight flight, never a dull moment whirling as a "FAKE" undercover agent with an off humorous bent (what, that might earn me ten cent), plus considering myself civil gent (yea, really no time asper hero to invent, such as the unassuming Clark Kent), ah...wishful thinking misspent mere seconds to spare sought shelter in makeshift tent deep sea diving into blanketed warmth this whimpering poet went!