On Lacking Sticktoitiveness

Most of my Lix spittle existence found me figuratively (primarily academically) adrift, and malfunctioning blinker analogous to a boat with out an ankh (caws away) aimlessly bobbing - and drowning akin to a besotted drinker just out of rest to be rescued by Mister Rinker sea ming lee without any hook, line and sinker despite being gifted with an above average thinker from without, where two myopic ocular orbs did winker. All thru academia just barely passing grades metaphorically suffered from anemia, and at my nadir, thy prepubescent psyche plummeted lovely bones into grave state, sans anorexia minus bulimia mental health also linkedin shot thru through with healthy dose of dysthymia cap (tinned em man hint mettle) kept awake with insomnia peppering cerebral cortex with monomania buzzfeed ding somnambulant zombified condition with a burning desire toward pyromania nsync with unmanageable raging (red dee and bull lush) testosterone spawning satyromania the above particularly accentuated, and cresting with accursed triskaidekaphobia most agonizing, when orbitz around Earth demarcated ten plus on a Friday the thirteenth, hence death be not proud sought after utopia pleading, longing, and hooping if I Willoughby able to sprinkle cremated ashes across Xenia.