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Cybersurfing Netizen Flounders
Cybersurfing netizen flounders... analogous to a fish out of water Ever since being a little gull hubble buoy, I bobbed (while donning square pants) like spongy flotsam and jetsam at sea. Now as one decrepit humble lumpenproletariat neopoet, I experienced existence with pronounced sentience heavily accentuated courtesy acute social anxiety, which fostered kinship with all creatures great and small. Camaraderie long fostered across global - webbed, wide whirled real estate among flora and fauna, especially animal and plant species, not linkedin with beleaugured Homo sapiens biological diversity livingsocial without war, nor chose total mortal kombat rather idyllic, edenic and authentic entities simon pure non genetically modified organisms thriving in their natural environments without threat of extinction since the presence of peaceful cohabitation will be blessedly integrated within Deoxyribonucleic acid of every cellular group kindled, limned, minted... under the nearest sun. I Yearn analogous to phototropism for life, liberty and pursuit of happiness allowed, enabled, and provided every quintessential organic material jump/kickstarted on planet earth, without gofundme seed money yet painfully accept nevertheless, no heavenly delight promised for this atheist! No matter bleak existence portrayed, nonetheless this (baby boomer) dreamer oft times evocative edenic reveries bekiss mine psyche with pastoral trappings evoking utopian bliss on par with drawing winning lottery ticket, which fantasy I quickly dismiss, where dolorous voices within me hiss mocking pipe dream compensating for unlived life hide miss whiling away hours of young adulthood... this threescore plus three amazing gracefully aged man did blithely piss away enraptured with Swiss Family Robinson fantasy, gladly exchanging tsoris entailing breathtaking adventure versus sequestered bookishness burr rowed nose engrossed with page turner capture ring imagination of this erstwhile drifter addressing, fixating, and keeping coiffure as disheveled appearance, where daily father and mother showed me the door particularly on account, cuz for one more nanosecond, they could not endure this healthy sole son vaping expenditure as both parents toiled away, they tired trying to swallow failure while primarily main feature of this poem lackadaisical exhausted as an Evansburg Park fixture (calling squirrels on first name basis), no sooner this bookworm gave vague gesture after setting foot inside abode - 'pon dusk asper whereabouts, off into bedroom I did immure and disappear into story maybe one about main character pledging indenture role as heavy footsteps shook 324 Level Road domicile infrastructure awaiting the wrath of Khan spouting ultimatums our father/son rapport long did inure a "NON FAKE" wall not immune to malicious, noxious, obnoxious, pernicious, vicious... lecture to offspring who long outwore his Harris Tweed Scottish welcome mat, yet... feared testing nonsecure mooring which familiarity bred contempt!
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