Mine Mortal Flesh Can Finally Escape

Mine mortal flesh can finally escape... Though mentally, physically, and spiritually healthy... meth hood dolled logy hoop fully, ideally, joyfully... unannounced twill be mine death without forewarning thine grand finale allocated breath best surprise visit me (without reason nor rhyme) ye grim reaper, when mine sands of time spell season bound to thee afterlife existence null and void treason legitimately trumped up... attested zee pitiful wreckage emotionally/psychologically scarred upon exiting stage within throes of puberty, now smoldering with livid rage against corporeal complex edifice forever scotched page indelibly etched since childhood's end, I surmise stunted (albeit physically, but much greater severity social development quashed, milestones acquired courtesy dating forewent, aye gauge. Mine youthfulness prized and cherished, understandable against transforming into winded, withered, and wizened decrepit senior citizen plagued with incontinence I balk, especially if lovely bones though become fragile as chalk quasi (figurative) eraserhead accentuating folks to gawk one redeeming quality yours truly gifted with eye of hawk plus uncanny ability to screech (think sharp nails scraping across blackboard), where captive audience doth squawk gleeful yours truly (unfortunate trounced scapegoat) dishes, doles, and dumps lavish portions vicious bullies bittersweet just desserts courtesy nasal talk (mine), cuz I got cursed as mutant with submucous cleft palate split uvula evident approximately same time I learned to walk. Ah... whence yours truly no longer linkedin among livingsocial aging baby boomer rang body electric haggard and weatherworn analogous to old matted (Scottish) cherished overcoat good and plenti patched, ripped, tattered and torn perfect as many an ideal schmatte (Yiddish pronunciation SHmäd?) enshrouding me of corpse rigor mortis granting freedom acquired once consciousness avidly, decidedly, gladly..., shorn, corporeal flesh repurposed, relinquished, and reincarnated reborn metaphorically witnessing vibrant unparalleled transcendent splendour nsync with awakening within Edenic morn... suddenly knowing eternal salvation (angst axed avowed atheist attests) will forever end feeling forlorn, no particular explanation nursery rhyme Jimmy crack corn and I don't care came to mind only willing anticipating permanent relief vamoose psychological distress since day I got born.