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Wild Goose Chase

Pursuit for elusive prey teases yours truly into treacherous catacombs dangerous mentally challenging pitfalls, sets small hairs of back on camp creeks edge of night, where dark shadows evoke outer limits of twilight zone prompting me constantly questioning purposefulness, qua hair raising pursuit embarking these modern roman times all for naught, nonetheless I chide self failing to heed emotional, mental, psychological...fallout in sum re: springing Jack in the box reflex to sally forth and earn kudos, asper potential Prince Valiant. Thus situated with blank computer screen capacious external Lenovo for myopia (and incessant squiggly floaters to boat), this literary glutton for punishment feverishly fixates to plumb depths measuring mor'n 10,000 leagues under the see ming lee impossible mission to ensnare nearly extinct fluttering, lyfting, shutterflying... smarts to outwit unsuspecting beak henning quest tendering, tasting uber victory quivering crossbow targeting yawping zoological discovery - channeling primed with taut fletched arrow on high alert for stool pigeon cautiously optimistic kickstarting another futile attempt dagnabbit experiencing prestige, oh...and by the way..., no animal harmed regarding made for video poem gamely capturing quarry scotched, nor gruesome scene synonymous quasi abattoir representative bird den sum bloodless coup deeming endeavor par excellence. Fingers madly scramble to poach skittering idea fry day most ideal omelette ya know, aye feel yolked to defeatism, one after another faux promising brainstorm egging quickly flitting inaccessible potential flash in frying pan just as fast dashing into bajillion pieces shell shocked scrivener scribbling lame as duck goose laying golden egg... dropping immediately out of sight, maybe best resigning forlorn inchoate never albumen, albeit quite linguistic stretch for (all be human success story) prospects beyond reach ova this wretch New York Times bestseller author jinxed forever dooming yours truly grinding poverty my ill fate.

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