Fractal geometry roll-stepping in De Kalb cornfiedlers

It is weirder than fireflies flickering at noon, more memorable than a night in a Tunisian bandshell. This Pooh-Bah was sent to investigate a sighting of fractal geometry patterns tromped into Illinois cornfiedlers. I found no Pooh B'ar, not even a phantom phart. Upon arrival, while tossing in 80 cents...80 cents...80 cents, I spotted a man in a Greek cap wandering aimlessly in a pit. Not as handsome as El Guapo, nor as luscious as gals from BD '93, but he offered me a Tootsie Roll. What could I do but tune in? It coulda been some allan dynasty, but I kanstul respect the king. While waiting for him to fran hardily his tale, he got sleepy and yamahaed. He told me the big kids had stuffed their marbles into a BBb tuba case and Lombarded away to Kalamazooie, not via Joliet.
I asked what he planned to do in the off-season of harvesting? "Can youse or 'Canos?" Like a Roman centurion, Greek Capt. pioneered this Irish jig, "I'll Sue...Well, maybe just be a bit Murrayed." He seemed so livid he could see plaid. I vickered he'd 6 to 5, at least by 8 to 5 on the Mad Hatter's pocket watch, his complaint to the govs orwoll to some big rerereretaining Wall, maybe even spit off some husky stadium, but he got lost climbing a rickety ladder and cavalierly looking for indigo stars.
Lothar of the Hill People woulda seymoured a way out of it. Holy Toledo in a Chattachoochoo! C 1-1/2 gruppies follow this all the way Bach. It's right off the Roetzer Scale like a dubba C on a power tower with a 6A4a bill chaser. Now, that's terra firma, passing wind and singeing marshmallows.
In aught seven, don't just scout "7" and the Marines. Racine the heavy artillery: Crunched amFabians?...froglegs, and fly in the Blousemen. Mac everyone wear anti-marching trousers and play delong way. We should all be obbligatoed to DA brass cajones. Then, we'd see some gaines. Kinda blue and bushed. Too tired to buc. Slingpost some blogs. Syneing off to Grub Street.