April 5, 2023 Refracted Reflections

April 5, 2023 – refracted reflections: The following lines haphazardly linkedin slap dash fashion over the course of dazed and confused days, therefore desist reading any profound meaning if you dear reader dare expend energy and time perusing meandering gibberish. One mortal wedded male pledged his troth and married gold, thus Marigold (abbreviation of her name) my monied imaginary paramour, I willingly tasted sweetened deal until milk of human kindness went sour, whereat said benefactor no longer ponied up funds and didst reckon eyes that espy wads of moolah. She naysayed bequeathing unlimited largesse, and claimed over generous financial beneficence spurred misplaced horse sense to go amiss not thee holy grail viz billeted, fortified, lulled, and touted panacea steeped with ushering bliss delivering monetary salvation analogous envisioning mirage to an ephemeral lost horizon, which illusory utopia foolhardy to chase after fostering long globe trotting criss crossing all four square corners across the oblate spheroid in search of said golden manna, experiencing das boot jilted jack of alt raids copacetic, fetishistic, idiomatic...logogrammatic, opportunistic, rhapsodic, universalistic..., nevertheless despite surge of clamoring sycophants bajillion dollars windfall wordsmith wishes himself subsequently cursed bing flush with ample legal tender quite ad aware regarding the over emphasis on material trappings courtesy the blitzkrieg of mass media/ popular culture and the adumbrated pleasure of the leisure class vis a vis his venerated holiness trumpeted, encapsulated, and donned conspicuous consumption (tba as wasting away greenbacks) SPCA adopted pet credo, ethos, hot button western civilization polemics, this hortatory expressed by Thorstein Veblen doth not miss a figurative beat, which American not so shabby chic ethic brought him as eminence grise - though tongue in cheek he made Swiss cheese out of the bulwark constituting the capitalistic coda, which I rarely sermonize, but tis only this instance to beseech whomever may anonymously intercede on my behalf to parlay voo any dollar figure - since this LXIV year old papa of two fully grown darling daughters struggles psychologically like the dickens learning how to take broken wing, and a prayer to reinforce analogous fence of defiance, yours truly uber twittering one flew over the cuckoo's nest birds of a feather stick together meaning mine other half thee spouse similarly tussles and wrestles with psychological mailer daemons - that s and laugh at owning psychic landscape, as similar malevolent depredations infiltrate my mind – ousted through the staff of pharmaceutical wizards - this chap relies on eight prescription medications to attain quality mental health and receives social security disability for incursions of anxiety, panic, and social schizoid disorders in years gone by exacerbated by unceasing verbal black barbs from mine invisible mistress - ha.