Inexplicable Quirky Memory Unhinged Clasp One

A rhetorical question finds me ask king (to no one in particular) why I bask with recollection the names of blank exclamatory staid grade school crank key teachers approximately 42,0480,000 breaths aye drank fifty years ago (most whose names frank lee listed below), when the need to access and retrieve immediate necessary information analogously interleaved among coaxial bracts during examinations relegated as hopelessly lost into interstitial invisible cranial cracks irretrievably buried during examinations, which age (feels like a million years ago) often found me seized and caged with sudden inability to remember any vital answers as gauged evidenced by nothing writ ten on paper (even including my name), thus loosely similar as aye sit to compose poetry, and/or prose tempted to quit asper defeated by resignation, and sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach (more so regarding orbit ting like an unsound garden black hole son around cold (mit ten necessary) awful days grudgingly handing over like a lit till insignificant being, a test paper devoid of academic grit analogously surrendering (while feeling fit tubby tied, sense internally emit ting abnegation sans chafing at the bit, 2. yet no sooner did buzzer indicated test time over, then (of course), an instantaneous pest that blocked chunk dramatically flowered gloriously invoking nest head treasured mother lode of learned information invest ment accounting for principle ball lanced formerly figuratively barricaded facts suddenly at my behest ironically retaining to this day dogged details amazingly, now gracing lix spittle fist size gray dictating academic failure forcing laying down pen hay for ma forgotten requisite thoughts may king skepticism about self thrive, ray zing mailer demons impossible to slay.