Why Reading Kindles Brio

Aye admit, an author's adept and adroit mastery to link words together subtly crept (expressing contents in a matter of fact understandable fashion, except for dissertations and/or kept jargon for exclusive specialty) posits, that my wordy verbosity, revelation, viz "EUREKA" suddenly leapt administers cerebral, harmful offal psychological usury verdict I accept fomenting gobbledygook concept might create notion, yours truly inept, plus incorporating confessional backswept facets of writerly person, as sigh nearly wept (drafting previous poem, sans book review like an emotional bit torrent windswept "And I Don't Want to Live This Life" anchored in concept, qua raw maternal did severely intercept the motherly bond Deborah Spungen felt toward zombified miskept incorrigibly, horribly, grievously... tormented first born or momentenous insept begetting impregnation and early labor Nancy Laura Spungen since birth, perhaps seeped when aye slept into nooks and crannies of subconscious, though one could breeze thru said book such evocative anguish left me numbly bereft, yet acutely aware to vicariously experience devastating agony!