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The First Anniversary Since Being Pelted
The first anniversary since being pelted... with pistachio shells April 3rd, 2021 sitting in the exact same chair yours truly sat three hundred and sixty five days ago. Watermelons, grapefruits, oranges... lobbed at yours truly ruled out, hence the missus dreamt up bright idea to enfilade me courtesy pistachio shells. Rather than just hurl one at a time, (she who unwittingly helped inspire contents of reasonable rhyme) decided to throw handfuls leguminous encasement constituting cellulose and lignin, creating woody appearance and texture. Spouse trends toward being poor aim nevertheless still manages to wreak havoc upon mine body electric, I once upon a time doubting thomas peacemonger became anarchist overnight whereat foo fighters claim beastie boy wedded to culture club divorce no longer sought against devilish, girlish, Jordache versus Levi Strauss mulish, queerish fictitious dame prone toward profanities to exclaim waxes with wicked disposition her charisma and persona sparkles analogous to blinding flame burning with passion to play Gerald's game. Said artificial intelligence I activate courtesy mine overactive imagination, she occasionally accidentally does berate divine creator (me), yet more often than not we feign shunning law and order as faux vigilantes to celebrate life, liberty and pursuit of happiness allowing, enabling, and providing opportunities to deviate against nonestablishmentarian dogma and ethos, I'm gonna estimate as generally popular counter culture paradigm helping to beget, birth and facilitate iconic nineteen ninety sixties liberal transition to toleration within parochial schema did unwittingly generate loosening quintessential conventional racial and sexual precepts, where obsolete doctrines staid to hibernate sustaining repressive stereotypical mores housing totalitarian, racist, bigoted White Supremacist poisonous bile doth fester and incubate. Machinations of maniacs loose ill will figuratively unhinged Homo sapiens destroy webbed fabric of civilization domestic hate crimes on the rise homegrown terrorism beget vile killing rampages which proliferate courtesy easy access to guns triggering pandemic of violence fueling undeclared warfare putting innocent lives within crosshairs no time for victims to bid adieu only option remaining for surviving to mourn slain friends and family. Grave situation rocks world as ten commandments get unfurled, whereby complacent grim reaper with his signature scythe within gnarled bony hands he gamely twirled since time immemorial, and will be victor among many spoils as tumultuous upheaval roils courtesy reprobate who brings death and destruction in their wake giddy with delight at one or more human lives he/she did take causing, fomenting, instigating... grievous sorrow to quake perhaps someone with my namesake.
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