Yukon Call Me Panic

Vane glorious and absolutistic, though I defiantly, cavalierly, and blithely attest Yukon bet your (laugh-in) sweet bippy mine acidic breast houses anarchic, anti-poetic ballistic, barbaric, and bubonic cannibalistic demons within thy safely guarded Pandora chest atomic cesium clock timed to trigger avast burst of anxiety, frenzy, and (What me worry Alfred E. Neuman) blast ting mental quietude at most inappropriate, inconvenient, inopportune, out classed adrenaline rush, nausea, palpitating heart, vertigo besieging, corrupting, endeavoring fractured arrant cleft daemonic gripping hellishly psychic chant rendering unto sieze hoar, a choking vise grip extant yule hiss sieze indomitable banshee fully controlling grant diabolic, dogmatic, and dynamic, anguished corporeal ache easily, egregiously, and emblematically, exemplified historically graphic fatalistic, and ecstatic coup, (koo), when I caused furious frantic flight, and/or fight betake king angst causing just desserts for Marie Antoinette, who got her humble pie cake, thence dispensing with formalities, where a joshing drake (named Gill O. Teen) also known (solely known to mine selfish source error ways) alias i.e. as; the Lewis (loose) lunatic, heady harvester, and decapitation Deacon trumpeting, trouncing, and triumphing tranquility for fifty three Tuesdays, thence sea king punishing psychotic pre pound payment basking in glory (re: gory us) amidship crashing quays music to mine ears hearing plaintive neighs high pitched straining vocal chord hamstrung keys regaling oceanographic lambent hagiographic essays and keeping at bathos bays.