Gloriously Luxuriating In Eternal Sleep

Gloriously luxuriating in eternal sleep Forlorn; bereft of golden (slippered) opportunities I weep; Three score and four years replete with mailer daemons, hence mindset adrip with self denouncing expletive filled bleep unwritten expressed recriminations wielded upon figurative head of wimpy blip; decades elapsed at light speed clip as the world turned days of mein kampf exhibited slow psychologically torturous analogous intravenous slow drip during emerging adulthood approximately half life of mine, when yours truly painstakingly besotted with unrequited love accursed extreme introvertedness severely hobbled coping ability gifted at birth with congenital weakness mama's boy lacked ways and means integrating himself among peers, no supportive services to equip shy lonely lad devoid of fellowship palmar hyperhidrosis affected slippery grip in tandem with being diminutive aiming to experience childhood's end forever son of a gun flailed with dating later in life compromising, forsaking, and issuing counter productively undermining potential heterosexual relationships invariably shooting from the hip. Eight different prescription medications allow umpteen combinations to yield against bombardment that fate doth wield delivered, signed and sealed courtesy the grim reaper able, eager, ready and willing to maneuver across pitted minefield accessing exiled soul whisking same to idyllic place named Edenfield. Oftimes methinks how cessation to breathe spirit buoyed aloft, where garlands wreath to escape hell on Earth, where neurosis and psychosis seethe within mine sixty plus shades of gray matter symbiotically flourishing at expense of sanity case in point being: anxiety/ panic attacks obsessive compulsive behavior, schizoid personality disorder, long in the tooth fellow his sustenance similar to pablum constituting imperial diet of worms of the Holy Roman Empire - called by Emperor Charles V fit for grown baby, especially when removing dentures cuz he must resort to eat soft foods unless by some miracle I teethe for the second time. Homegrown destructive force muscles, tussles, wrestles, et cetera within me likened to (but separate from) Intifada, (thus no insinuation this wordsmith linkedin to any militant group) grips mine soul asylum, a recalcitrant doppelganger within windmills of my mind doth insidiously, poisonously, and unpleasantly drum palpably affecting writer of these words to feel glum. No respite whether I repose in deep slumber or lightly awake inescapable melancholic woes haunts these lonely bones, whereby system of the down houses reticent persona constituent feature characterized courtesy anhedonia linkedin with passive suicidal ideation accentuated when severe crisis erupt analogous to smoldering volcano. Fortunate for me the missus keenly aware plus (despite every now and again contention between us), she makes crystal clear communicating her displeasure mixed with genuine fear bantering deadpanning facetiously gallows humor I half heartedly asseverate gibberish spouting jargoneer gravely alarms wife helpless to orienteer conversation away from my demise, thus figuratively switch horses in mid stream and jockey to calm her down and lightening verbal exchange by undressing from the waist down revealing laughing stock of skinny legs (easily mistaken for spindleshanks) poking thru underwear charging on imaginary steed feigning being loco despite NOT smoking weed, energetic cavorting courtesy nursing high test coffee, nevertheless ineffective battling fatigue despite flitting to and fro, hither and yon bumbling along (skeletal) joints of mine smoking hot suddenly after sipping strong brew, I temporarily shuck off lethargy long enough break to out dancing while simultaneously overtaken to sing a song of sixpence while wings flutter at the speed of sound buzzfeed appetite for consumption Ecclesiastical History of the English People, one of our best-written sources for early English history authored by Venerable Bede.