Impossible mission for systematization to be wrung out of entropy

Impossible mission for systematization to be wrung out of entropy Which lame excuse I exclaimed, when my dear old mom asked rather told me in her scolding voice to tidy up my bedroom, cuz this son of a gun intuited neatening (organizing) one infinitesimal corner of the cosmos, (a veritable pinpoint of nothingness - our house at blank address) hence an excellent reason as lamely iterated above not to straighten up my sleeping quarters, or... rather lesser portion of bedroom yours truly then shared with my younger sister, when writer of these words just a diminutive lad, who wished and envied himself to be the diminutive little boy (analogous to Jack Wild in Oliver) at Baker Park day camp named Stuart (or spelled Stewart) Gillett. I did literally shortchange natural born propensity to witness maximum development of body, mind, and spirit when psyche whipsawed by the vagaries of social anxiety, panic attacks, and obsessive compulsive disorder (psychological maladies shortlisted to spare the reader his/her tolerance to endure umpteenth regurgitation of boyhood, adolescent and emerging adult mental health ills) attempting to stave off bidding adieu to a childhood's end mourned, no matter fictitiously envisioned formative years idyll reveries analogous to present prevarication being a Norwegian bachelor farmer in Lake Woebegone, where cessation of degradation courtesy intubation, supported jollification think (Potemkin Village) bolstering façade and charade of a faux gone existence. Hypothetical arbitrary definition of methodization exemplified by eldest sister (when as an an ace student during convincingly feigned rapt chores, where the order of the day pitted shushed obedient kids subjected to elementary my dear Watson pedagogical blather), nevertheless she displayed immaculate artistic renderings courtesy the device used during every grade whether at primary, junior and senior high school to project images onto a screen, where a teacher would place transparent sheets with written information, called an overhead projector. These projectors often referred to as OPs, according to an article on Larry Cuban's blog. They were also sometimes informally called a "Belshazzar". Since the universe abhorred the apotheosis of parochial law and order as epitomized by aforementioned eldest sibling's buzzfeeding with extremely neat and groovy note-taking, and hence succeeded as a straight A student completing dozen dirty deeds done dirt cheap thru first to twelfth grade with flying colors, who as a nature lover to boot shunned killing live specimens from a young age and ingeniously fantastic star student got the lion's share born sympathetic and empathetic toward all creatures great and small, (whose insect collection project assignment for seventh grade - where she pinned dead critters to styrofoam board and accompanied with drawings with her exquisite left hand validated her artistic penchant that southpaws gifted with predilection toward phenomenal exact printing and drawing preceding me by approximately thirteen plus months prior to my scrawny debut in the webbed wide world, where yours truly ranked as most convenient scapegoat where utter chaos reigned supreme as evidenced and exemplified by illegible chicken scratch and deplorable messiness to assigned hurt locker of mine.