  Damn that woman. I'm sorry, but damn her. You just can't write Poe without being verbose. Hell, his words are so damned long.
I could stint on ennebreation and emulsify one utterance in complex verbalization that would elongate the sentence to no end, using but a trifling of the massed, nigh-tangible intricacies of the craft. That sentence was only big cuz the words were about three miles long apiece. Damn her. Wish I had known before I went and wrote about six pages beforehand.
Oh well, it'll give you all something to look at and go, "We knew it all along" when they institutionalize me. Damn it, I like sunflower seeds, they are excellent. ( These morsels of flower that long only for light and natural benediction taste as ambrosia, tantilizing and enthralling my sense of taste with their Promethian benipulsification . Damn Poe. I just made up a word, if anyone noticed. ) 
