Where Doth the Internet Exist

Where Doth The Internet Exist? The pro fun ditty of above stated poetic side - title aligned into an unexpected Eureka (out of a vacuum) find just when I felt slight (creative/ cerebral constipation) bind of writer's block about to take residence, entwined (no doubt, sans right wing of leftist conspiracy) behind many occurences, when fountainhead shrugging atlas without warning didst grind abruptly to a halt seizing as if glommed up ore din aerie profusion of ideas exhausted from out mum mind, and without moment's hesitation ready to conclude I did overwind springy coils oh me noggin, though as per usual spellbind ding idea coalesced within gray matter startling me, qua omnipresent question arising since Dawn of womankind, how can one grasp hold of world wide web defying insight as if suddenly rendering myopic (accompanied with floaters) vision blind, hence hum aware information superhighway servers encircle the globe and most all humankind no matter where cyber surfer "travels" only represents bytesize piece, viz mastermind, who dreamt up ability to become linkedin with a complete stranger consigned to make sense of mine pablum lumpy globs of non comestibles opined on par like trying to chew melon rind courtesy this poetaster he unwittingly in his feeble attempt to impress held accountable, cuz he unwittingly signed death sentence to innocent reader, who before this muck cob bray auto to have sacrificed himself to a gremlin and resigned!