If I Died Today March 2nd, 2020

If I died today March 2nd, 2020...? No matter unfulfilled dreams never came true, nevertheless yours truly doth gladly bid adieu, where repurposed afterlife (mine) atomic brew reconfigured, reconstituted, and reconsolidated out maws of madness, no matter any blues clue (yea undoubtedly, hypothetically, and admittedly handy dandy) eventuality matter factly welcomed neither feeling suicidal, but speculating often anew, especially imbibing onset of early spring afternoon googling Mother Goose nursery rhyme think Kudzu, (albeit metaphorically) roots kickstarted scant hours prior to distilling unexpected boyhood memory flew out lift wafted subconsciously banked boyhood bliss naively innocent childhood before depression grew bathing, steeping, drenching psyche impossible exit to escape apathy, delinquency, and insularity to shoo away deleterious, egregious, ferocious linkedin angst predominant across avast good n plenti birthdays (true value underestimated) ineradicable suicidal ideations (particularly courtesy anorexia nervosa) hide eschew permanent stunting emotional, physical, and spiritual integral vitally webbed no fly zone compromising zoo wool logical garden variety generic specimen Homo sapien, one poker face Earthling born this way screw shh he hating self - fostering longing toward deathly hallows, which outlook averse to quickening Matthew Scott Harris nsync with grim reaper, and matter fact bolstering body, mind and spirit whereby altruistic rue dement tree random acts of kindness infuse being alive, particularly beset with psychological history in pursue went of existential fatalistic nihilism apathetic regarding optimal inchoate development while in utero stuck poo poo wing me barely relishing gamut of pleasantries stew wing within vegetating goulash (mush applicable chew festering childhood's end into young adulthood) eating je nais se quois healthy propensity esprit de corps crew shall whereby maximization of gifted abilities shrugged off (Atlas) suddenly experiencing consciousness brew witting habituation feeling inadequate counting scores notching chronological occupancy contingent since moo knee decades elapsed, whereby cow whirring behavior found geeky, nasally, and scrawny boy intimidated who scared of his own shadow allow, enabling, and providing perfect (no kidding naysaying) scapegoat fodder burr roo till, short and nasty trolling ogres appeased appetite foo fighting harmless lad (me) hurling fiendishly destructive name calling (cruelly, relentlessly, and wickedly) be ewe toughly heaping shear insults and sheepishly lambasting second progeny singular son begat seminal viscous glue embedding, latching, coalescing pinteresting stronghold nsync ova riding competing mobile ace swimmers few tile haploid gametes succumbing to soundless didgeridoo.