Bloody leftist a wrist tuck crat!

Fingers of left hand cried freedom,

detached themselves and declared

mutiny gesticulating thumb thing

awful, than furiously haughtily

prancing, skittering, zipping,...

as self important independent digits

indiscriminately deleting one after

another email, mine eyes gleaned

subject pertaining to boldface all

CAPITALIZED notification urging,

indicating, beckoning... immediate

reply regarding... yours truly... huh

me (Matthew Scott Harris) arbitrarily

designated lucky random winner of

... some large dollar figure sporting

countless zeros left of decimal point,

I wept inconsolably intuitively aware

foregone irretrievable message haint

spam, but authentic bonafide one in

bajillion monetary sweepstakes drawing

impossible mission to recall subliminal

communique, and resorted to hypnosis

to jog mine memory and access lost data

which hoop fully convincingly explains

temporary absence, yea... understandable

skepticism induces furrowed brow, but

honest to dog Ott's well known selling

exotic plants also provide Asian mystical,

herbal, and celestial therapy, yet if unable

to successfully tweezer out valuable key

information locked within subconscious,

courtesy specially trained experts tending

rooted prized nuggets likening jewel heist

forager determined to plunder loot, the

mind will feel comfortably numb, which

allows, enables, and provides cathartic,

holistic, opportunistic... modus operandi

to accept permanently zapped chance of

lifetime to experience wealth (poof! gone

within a flash) instant karma at the least

managed to evoke fickle, nimble, and

worthwhile poet to build splendiferous

castles in the air.