Wracked With Ratiocination When Writing

no shortage of familiar metier real (material) aye attest welling up within thy breast merely a predicament how to winnow junk bonded barnacled accretion encrusted amidst gems buried within treasure chest, yet vigilant to sift, viz figurative fine tooth comb uprooting excrescence laired plethora incognito, sans faux couture doggerel habiliment dressed necessitating painstaking poetic rock climbing ala scaling Mount Everest imbedding, hooking, grappling fingered duple crampons aye con fessed to myself, the futility to wrest Shakespearean nuggets, which analogy hyperbole you guessed nor does modesty allow me feeble effort (trite) on par with August bard, who would rank him, the highest allotted value upon assigned (absolute) value of playing card, hence tis the gold standard thee verse a tile scribe based at Stratford on Avon this here wordsmith wields his own literary might always on guard to stave reprehensible tar tarred plaque like encrustation glued hard akin to a geode methodical mother lode extraction jarred by the slightest distraction, thus with bold ness sigh hermetically seal off every cerebral fold vectors against superfluous mind chatter can upend fragile tenuous hold when merest wisp of nearly elusive mental thread escapes, i feign scold ding this paperback bestseller wannabe with told cha so Harris, thus keep dreaming envisioning an green acred Edenic demesne sprawling across wide webbed wold.