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Roman a Clef Tragicomedy
Roman à clef tragicomedy... overlaid with façade of fiction = Mein Kampf in summer re: typed out during winter of my discontent, when yours truly no spring chicken stirred ruse to expatiate poetically regarding following rhyming reason, hence mine lovely bones into graveyard will shortly fall. No need for yours truly to dig deep, (albeit bonafide figuratively) by Dickens thru mine Uriah Heep, a gnarled mass creep ping, comprising, encompassing, glomming abysmal existence strewn with hard times, such that I wanna leap out this metaphorical bleak house, a black hole in the wall swallowing i.e. disallowing any peep ordinarily yawping, proliferating, flirting... now fumfering lamely issued by keep ping low profile super tramping cheap trickster, our mutual friend Matthew Scott Harris, harkens back quite a few winters ago, where lack of functioning heating unit (think male organ if ye will) upended, rendered, discombobulated... scrappy body electric hominid to experience quality sleep. Principal reason I write to balance and aright gratitude regarding unexpected tidy largesse constituting special trust fund (thank you dad - spirit of Boyce Brandon Harris), where eyes suddenly got bright, and bushy tail wagged incessantly day and night, a sensible palliative temporarily eased penury plight, which cash equivalent, equals countless denominations characterized, granted, lorded... Benjamins, Clevelands, McKinley's plus dime a dozen legal tender currency memorializing other presidents blessedly alleviated quite helpful thwarting necessity to fight off bill collectors brandishing armstrong lance compelling me to summon black knight in shining armor lodged within white castle amidst prickly bishop obviously one prone easily to excite amusing little lord Fauntleroy groomed as heir to throne, enthusiasm since his birth did ignite (Aesop pose) storybook life, where fanciful elation did take flight buzzfeeding, droning, fancifully feasting on par with... I twist Oliver (all over) courtesy Mister Bumble bee in flight sweet nectar amidst lilies of the field analogous to stripling Adam - fine lad eve vent chilly seeking delight. Ah to gather rosebuds while ye may tis futile wishful thinking, now at mine three score plus three orbitz round sun, which libido far out at bay prurient predilections once spawned time wracked to lay waste vestal virgin such as... Little Dorrit, now... raging hormones stagnant clay hardened, atrophied, eutrophied, jackknifed limp bizkit impossible mission to kickstart long bereft testy tickle yar seaman quizzical, slack jawed, and sullen at deserted abandoned cobwebbed quay ignored do not enter, keep out, private property signals desiccated, no place for Peter to take holiday barring ingress to ply skin flute amidst hollerin hootenanny, perhaps convincingly explaining welcoming Voldemort without delay.
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