Mine Slovenly Unkempt Appearance Spelled Embarrassment

Mine slovenly unkempt appearance spelled embarrassment spurred by most recent therapy session with Renee Cardone whereby thematic thread stitched how yours truly sewed coping modus operandi, viz avoiding emotionally volatile situations courtesy mine trademark signature reactions rather than be in compliance with expectations. Said nonconformist passive rebelliousness especially affected our eldest daughter me and the missus begot even when she became potential human, which zygote quickly multiplied and divided, and upon first blush if blot of amalgamated undifferentiated cells shown to botanist visible to the naked eye, he/she would understandably, possibly, and easily misconstrue specimen as ergot housed whip smart Rorschach inkblot sized being who expressed disdain NOT be linkedin with me, her disheveled papa, who underwent extensive cosmetic surgery and rigorous physical training to become taikonaut. No rhyme nor reason why yours truly recalled how me very late (long deceased) mother (earlier in her fitbit livingsocial years) non verbally communicated disgust (nsync with audible sigh) quite often ultimatums blasting fulminating nauseating scathing well nigh she loosed loathing against grungy looking son (guess who) futilely escaped wrath of Harriet Khan clamoring upon rooftop high offering birds eye view out of earshot and eyesight aye catching sunbeams while smiling wry cowardly lion sought divine intervention courtesy sheltering sky acres of shingles I sprawled these lovely bones did lie property of garden variety generic guy. She who helped beget and birth sole heir inheriting gamut of behavioral quirks linkedin with many predecessors, who trod, slunk, roamed... across planet Earth. Best bet said present day scribe i.e. poetic, nonesstablishmentarian, liberal, jesting, humble, freelance, dilatory bummer whose hindsight evinced a student dumber than his classmates wheedled (as targeted scapegoat) by bullies their flummer re: entrapped - worse louse than lice internalized trauma left figurative tread marks analogous to raging road runner pressing accelerator pedal of hummer driven by (an actual person) one Roger Kummerer, jogged me memory to recollect if yours truly not mistaken his older sibling Marsha gave a preemie kitten to Amélie mine eldest sister, (whom she named Twinkles) scores of decades in the past, when our family lived on Lantern Lane. Despite agonizing vicious tongue lashing courtesy parents against their flesh and blood, which venomous invisible whiplash never petered out against peckerhead son of a gun (even when sundry bloke got married and gladly left home) abusive treatment markedly left appalling, loathing and percolating ambivalence if though mama passed away (these last eighteen plus years) wrung cash crop of poetic endeavors, albeit resultant lackluster literary crafted aspirations many describing marginal existence. Memory of mom overshadowed by similar facsimile thereof think shrieking banshee, an indelible psychological imprimatur, I strive to acknowledge emotional reverberations to date (June eighth, 2022). My trademark wordsmith fashioned communiqué impossible mission to shake off bittersweet feelings toward once (former) Arthur Murray dance instructor, which fancy footwork synchronized with favorite debonair handsome young fella (papa) both flirts buoyant with elan and energy only thru death will angst become free interestingly enough hands will clap with glee, cuz versatile wordsmith he meaning this logophile will cease knee dulling anonymous readers now me (Phil) Anders heads off into the virtual blue beyond.