Thee Mister Re Spouse

Thee Mister Re: Spouse... In summer re: aye cannot whet till this husbandry season will become fallow - mare riddle status no longer honeymoon bridal stage covenant, nuttin boot lame game of worm aye go win round robin, since empty nest syndrome grounded, nee pulverized papa's purposefulness eschewing attending, babying, pampering... dependent wife, she relies on yours truly for emotional, financial, grammatical succor unwittingly spearheading self driven sequestration deep within invisible hermetically sealed catacombs resigning remaining decades as recluse getting linkedin with anchoress named Miss Ann Thrope, a humble herbalist sustaining ourselves foraging ample edible native plants prepared within subterranean hearth bubbling cauldron issuing delectable aromas aural accompaniment evoke structures of silence, neither me nor t'other cohabitant violating unspoken transgressions nomad dear ain't no authoritarian entity dispensing, donning, trumpeting commands, nonetheless each of us experiences far greater safety, versus bajillion manned armed force on outlook for good n plenti interlopers, how heavenly this rudimentary Shangri la devoid of madding crowds, no cumbersome technological trappings daylight natural firelight to scratch out musings pure unbridled satisfaction emanating reading and listening in turn as envisioned, imagined, and lionized hushed murmurs signaling enjoyment (mimicked courtesy aural exhalation) as Gaia appeased wafting warm breeze across each our respective brows, this hermit ensconced within his kingdom aware figment of his fancy crafted idyllic refuge empowered by meditation evoking compatible soul mate merely generated by auto suggestion illusory manifestation a lifelike dream.