oddnessmostly

There's the desperate stench I am and again the desperate stench. I am become a presence of dread sentiment. Wouldst thou laugh now for me please? It's thy laugh I miss most if not my causing of it. Laugh at the silliness of my stench and sentiment. Laugh at that absurdity makes us something more than worms.

I'm missing an apostrophe.

I have become the presence of dread sentiment.

It's always after midnight here.

It's always after midnight where you are.