Thru a Paroxysm of Tears

Thru a paroxysm of tears... I inconsolably wept a river of sorrow starkly aware alienated daughter(s) implacable woe sundered fatherhood yesterday, today and tomorrow. A series of unfortunate events (move over Lemony Snicket) set in motion since my birth unleashed impotent scrawny infant registering 3,000,716,593 third baby born on planet earth swaddled emulating uterine hearth. Oblivious to death, his ear splitting yowling triggered lactation, which kept him alive, where he blissfully suckled guaranteed immunity, yet thru childhood chicken pox and mumps he gain said grim forecast and survive living social threescore and four years amidst emotional travails including life threatening bout with anorexia he did thrive. Mein kampf and lovely bones analogous to graveyard the wind thru unmarked tombstone moans issuing melancholic tones. Quintessential tear ducts relentlessly secrete grim reaper who no mortal can cheat, yet offspring must not precede parents, hence tis regarding scythe (memento mori symboling untimely death) stealing prized progeny, and forever silencing her heart beat. She leads charmed enviable life physically active with all manner of sport unlike yours truly and the wife whereat the former (an aspiring wordsmith) experiencing psychological demon that brandish blood dripping knife. Accursed pained longevity I must bear illustrative of existence, where mental health did career all too human to err, nevertheless daughter will not forgive no matter schizoid personality disorder inherited courtesy one or more forebear me, the singular son and addle brained heir sired by Boyce and Harriet whose pop and mom genes transmitted self destructive traits that did unwittingly impair embedded within mine being analogous to knitwear fraught with mistake and evident in me a longhair pencil necked geek near to thinning out viz receding hairline versus once golden locks xtra ordinaire when just a lad mistook me being *****, yet homosexual preference rear if non existent, yet notions of same sex flagrante delicto thoughts flickered decades ago regarding to timeshare once skinny self while at Antioch College, especially when unexpectedly approached by scantily clad Adonis donned in frilly underwear. As one sexagenarian becomes more sanguine, he nevertheless struggles to decouple his boyhood, adolescent, late teen and emerging adulthood experiences that left bitter after taste of quinine, and prompts tremendous us to pine for halcyon days recalling mine blissful years at 324 Level Road Collegeville, Pennsylvania they mostly ranked as divine.