Wistful Accursed Penniless Fate God Dime Mitt

Wistful Accursed Penniless Fate...God Dime Mitt! (neither defamation, nor blasphemy meant, sans Title) Despite ingestion of anti anxiety medications ferocious hellish onslaught pummels me aback finds resurgence of ghostly white implacable terror inducing panic attack cogs and wheels of psyche frenetically spinning alas and alack swallowed in the un avoid doubleheader maw whale size amberjack suctioned alive as dead ringer human master bait (feebly prate who GOD, somebody please HELP) doomed to die, "eye" doth entirely engulf me far worse than being slammed by malevolent forces loosed from hurricane classed as Category 5 on Saffir-Simpson Scale adrip with horrible gastric, caustic, and acidic repulsive bile alcoholic akin to applejack and more rancid than Q8 oily arrack once again oft repeated phrase Death be not Proud, viz reincarnation of Moby Dick (gone terribly awry) on the attack after ME with no way back to house at Pooh Corner condemned to spin willfully intestate, while steeped in utter black but....methinks perhaps fetid blowback equivalent to volcanic belch, would spit out "burnt offerings" formerly Matthew Scott Harris, whose steaming hot pipe dream (Ahab) in mind can not even get "LIVE" feedback, and definite never my Stradivarius fiddleback (I rue...all the money momma's and pappa's... scrimped and saved without giving this sole sun any flack)... ha...sardonic humor, and wistful pointless flashback equally frivolous hanker ring for greenback, legal tender, quid pro quo, et cetera, NOW demise welcomed forever free from penury small potatoes this measly mortal even at dirt poor cheap expense courtesy Euthanasia travel agency manned by HiJack, where captain! My captain! Humungous humpback clearly presented danger field, and only costs this one life as lil bitty chewy Whitman snack!