Who Beside This Atheist Doth Say Thar Haint No Angels

Who Beside This Atheist Doth "say" Thar Haint No Angels? Two fatal head on deadly automobile accidents in quick succession at Zieglerville, Pennsylvania poetic traffic circle killed me twice today, this communique notated, recorded, and transcribed adieu "say" je nais sais quois eh by divine angels, who aided this deceased jay bird, said winged saviors didst sashay in mine close proximity, this lifeless badly damaged body sprawled on the road, when just by the "FAKE" skin of my...er...dentures, I whiz invisibly whisked toward unearthly safety, and (just in the nick of time before corpse of mine thorough lay underwent aught top say), this generic organ donor and eBay trader found himself shunted into an expansive cerebral, cerulean, and celestial heavenly gate atmospheric quay king cosmic arena, where Cupids practiced play ying getting strangers lovestruck when rehearsals debuted, yay nearly finding this wordsmith spell bound yours truly with a may zing starry eyed, and stir craze zee, the first female (coincidentally, a head over heels teenage crush) aye didst yip pee mon decaying flesh felt WOWed, cuz she never looked better re: eternally sleeping with her stone face, prithee one, where death be not proud did justice, yet rules forbid fraternizing with deceased, nee (repudiating no exceptions against gender bending strictures) amidst soul asylum, could witness punishment, nay saying of guilty party landing squarely into jailed into the absolute worst hellish clinker back to the future as joining every other mere mortal upon Earth, next best option offered aside from (undying soul reveling in immortality), would be fate offered, by Scott, sans the blimey (hen pecking) road less traveled me disappointing fate, where alternative possibility, chosen minus collisions, and absent adolescent post mortem inamorata.