What Intended To Be Praise of a Cold Shower

What Intended To Be Praise Of A Cold Shower... (became something else (tau welled), and tolled at this hour). Though hermetically sealed within this temperature controlled quite bare able (sixty degrees Fahrenheit, the lowest possible central air conditioned setting) insulated one bedroom unit at clear lee maintained Highland Manor Apartments (where vacant units frequently available at this low cost facility, (deer and the antelope play amidst a wooded strip) fair, lee enshroud above this tranquil, serene, and hare wren there, a quotidian refulgent quite pastoral lair ideal nooks and crannies to read, which non paid for plug 'ere) won can seclude themselves from the madding crowd gear ring up to see return of the native sob bummer, day dreamer, flounderer Matthew Scott Harris, whose shut eye evoked, a place he did revere within the outer limits of the twilight named Willoughby, while in deep sleep he did mare to his quasi (caught in moat oh) mistress sweet heart Lady Chatterley (in an storybook parable setting) analogous to Sleepy Hollow where a lookalike of Rip Van Winkle only added insult to injury, when the "FAKE" headless donned horseman got trumped by a transexual, *****, nudist, k9, homosexual, eunuch corn, where a cold shower shook and didst scare away every last vestige I swear so realistic disappointment arose, when vision didst appear.