Celebrate Imperfection Forget Identicalness

aye savor the faire genetic blueprint extant unique to each of us with this quite alimentary aire including (that almighty, bottom, cushiony, dimpled, excretory functioning Gluteus Maximus i.e. the tushy when bare with subtle difference sans, both halves at first blush, but tucks upon closer scrutiny obvious inexactness crystal clear as a bell jar, asper each body electric, whence deserved of en dear ments despite however much junk in the trunk behind the private no trespassing (non verbalized) signs posted everywhere off limits only to a select few like this bard attired as if from the Renaissance Faire whose unconditional acceptance unlike the majority hoo gawk and glare if bipedal hominid dealt chromosomal traits say with excessive hair which mane of tangled strands, could be problematic and interfere with coaxing, finagling, or inducing friendship with an initial jeer from him or her averse toward such imperfection to boot huff lawed physical human specimen such as this ole coot (who haint really that old), can upon command execute a feigned display and appealing as fresh field picked fruit at this stage of ma life donut give a rats ass, nor an owlish hoot what other may decry about me, cuz self acceptance doth agree buzzing with greater confidence, esteem, and general weaknesses such as lack of physiognomy incongruent cee, which asymmetry of this primate feel free er than his pre/post pubescent corporeal essence he near put himself in the hand of that grim reaper, a key poor of lifeless beings, and well nigh got hold da mee when in the throes up (vis a vis not bulimia) on Swiss side prithee and as a solitary mwm gives no re guard no matter others may find fault in the stars at my lack of sim mutt tree gnome hatter judgements made I accept mice elf warts and all – yippee!