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Folie a deux

Folie à deux ("shared madness," or "madness for two"). I suffer in silence, though not alone kvetching old curmudgeon (me) (once upon a time, a promising long haired pencil necked geek) buzzfeeding off life's miniseries of unedited miseries in tandem with ideal counterpart ofttimes easily mistaken for a clone Matthew Scott Harris unable to function without her (zee wife), he doth espouse as integral to calculus of his existence plus attributes wizardly powers within (yours truly) derived, highfived, and thrived courtesy (think symbiotic), quietly riotously quintessentially, nevertheless beloved hen pecking crone, we carrion and cavort (our respective wings beating at speed of sound) generating humming drone beehive ving amorously exhibiting unchoreographed tableaux long practiced routine equilibrium intermittently punctuated with dynamic pantomime tour de force communion words superfluous since telepathic communication predominates the unspoken wavelength long established modus operandi since... before pledging our troth, while each ourselves in utero womb during fait accompli vis a vis gamely matched think arranged embryonic marriage, thus marital covenant essentially linkedin since conception both of us coaxed when livingsocial no longer being tethered to umbilical cord as lifelong playmates forging compatible association, now a gratuitous nod to our long since dearly departed mothers unbeknownst to them how like firmly attached barnacles each handily, snugly, and warmly fit (esse mitten hand over fist gal love) vicariously experienced reciprocal trials and tribulations whatever fate visited head of the other permanently anchoring nsync out rolling - rock of Gibraltar across metaphorical stormy seas trying against all odds to weather strongest emotional/psychological tempests wallowing, née drowning in despair at aging body, fading senses, and thinning hair which last named akin to Samson bolsters mein kampf since... infancy, whose counterpart betraying me like Delilah wishing and threatening (albeit jestingly) to lop off golden locks each hair reed stranded longfellow woolworth more'n fine spun gold!

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