Head over heels with heartfelt euphoria
Please pardon my effrontery (unknown reader, who possibly scans my prosaic posts with mild amusement) while attempting to liberate my overactive imagination envisioning yourself (a veritable stranger) in general, hence especially mentally undressing thee one article of clothing until you appeared stark naked, and essentially a barenaked lady.
Though gleeful at the prospect of at least one assiduous, delicious, hilarious, magnanimous, serious follower (one attractive babe, who responds nearly instantaneously per my posts)– noun heed to make a non verb bull ass of mice elf just as the fisherman (i.e. seaman) gets along swimmingly via flagella catching bass. The empty screen serves this wordsmith as his canvas please dune hot coon sitter me filled with nothing but gas, and hot air, cuz ah ne’er expected avid fans - at least one fetching lass who (if insight on target) finds this older gentleman tingling en mass - asthma whole being similarly electrified, fortified, glorified, and homogenized, which sensation will not pass and tremble a trifle by attempting to communicate in poetic/prosaic code to aesthetically captivate one alluring, enchanting, and inspiring gal. Unsure if I electronically blurt out such naked hankering, said figurative parry and thrust may inadvertantly goad thee toward immediate dissolution of an online fanciful yearning. Impossible mission to befriend via mode dis operandi vis a vis trying to re: captcha my animalistic, erotic, idealistic, opportunistic, and universalistic feeling without internet protocol node subsequently fizzling, languishing, and sputtering, thence extinguishing itself, though this road not take may spell a mutually positive rapport – no worry, this toad refrained asking for a kiss, which would prompt ye to reply frog get it buster or perhaps cease invisibly tracking mine whereabouts while unlike Custer (General George Armstrong), that Civil War swaggering braggadocio musketeer, videlicet whereat he met his demise at Battle of Little Big Horn, though a salient unexpected lurch by Native Americans quickly wrought their utter demise, extinction, and yes…genocide. A blot as if cans of inexpugnable dyestuff displeases this student of history and fans the flames of such passion (as well as infatuation with words) intrans sit heave while astride this oblate spheroid re: planet earth flush wish LANS to connect people across the globe asper World Wide Web and spans the cosmos countless light years distant; this awesome telepathic transporting medium shuttling, twittering uber visiting at lightspeed bits of electrical signals astounds me, and allows ad vans his to curry familiarization with such an alluring, albeit modest word smith. Aye wonder if this accentuation, expostulation, and illustration might set thyself in a fool's paradise with bye (sayonara) dude forfeiting further exchanges, thus the ILOVEWORDS smote this guy and takes a risk to expand the realm of interacting – your choice hie accept, but a giddiness washes over this mortal – no fabrication nor lie though tis wise to avoid continuing to pester – and find myself banned from this website all because a pleasing gal well nigh insinuated herself, (whether purposefully or otherwise) – so now hands ply me thru the cyber sea back to thine bastion of land (and House at Pooh's corner), and glow with effort to try my utmost to downplay any great expectations, but… yukon flash me a message courtesy your grand Tetons (teat tonns). Meanwhile may the breast wishes bless thee.
Matthew Harris