On Lacking Sticktoitiveness

Most of my Lix spittle + four additional anniversaries since exiting birth canal as full term newborn re: minimally viable existence post doc severance umbilical cord, nevertheless yours truly found himself figuratively linkedin and tethered to lifeline particularly in formative years (primarily academically) adrift, and malfunctioning blinker analogous to a boat without an ankh (clawing away to stay afloat) 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, (who calls Lake Wobegon his birth place) from without, where two brown myopic ocular orbs shutterfly, twitter and winker. All thru academia just barely passing grades nsync with avocations such as: jigsaw puzzles, photography, playing piano weight lifting with free weights and other endeavors metaphorically suffered from anemia, and at my nadir, thy prepubescent psyche plummeted lovely bones into grave state, courtesy anorexia minus bulimia mental health also linkedin shot thru through with healthy dose of dysthymia captioned tinker tailor soldier spy 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 (when libido ran rampantly amuck) satyromania, the above particularly accentuated, and cresting with accursed triskaidekaphobia most agonizing, when orbitz around Earth demarcated ten plus three month date 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 after Dayton death.