Poetic Nugget Discovered Today March 29th, 2021

Poetic nugget discovered today March 29th, 2021... while rifling thru outdated electronic drafts, whereby yours went back to our memorable past. Circa 6/30/ 2017 - Lost missing master car key... plus additional ordinary travails affecting me such as near bankruptcy, eviction from glow er emitting landlady per expiration of lease (June thirtieth two thousand ‘lo seventeen, infestation of cockroaches (little ones that look kinda cute), poe tent shul hazards viz malfunction of electricity outlets in this kitchen slow burn the psyche of this Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania tenant renting all the while tiptoe wing thru tool hips toward dropping into abyss of poverty, the latest woe. Whip-sawing mice elf and minnie mouse… cheeses mother f**king fate constitutes master set of automobile keys to drive our 2009 Hyundai Sonata went missing of late which unasked for quandary finds both thy missus and her mate fraught with increased angst evidenced by tension around temple of pate which headaches rare for me, but genetics blessed this chap with top rate anxiety, obsessive-compulsive disorder, panic attacks…social schizoid state thus complementing my deprivation from pounding migraine akin to psychological battlefield tete a tete with ability to function the casualty of mortal kombat “war” and fast loosing weight do to physiological symptoms re: nausea, palpitating heart, vertigo barely contain via cocktail of medications, which ordinarily ameliorate aforementioned wracking symptoms, that most definitely invite suicide as bait rather than besieged vis a vis inner maelstrom doth create but death not readily agreeable to me, cuz if escorted by grim reaper…. that would be the first and final date though, Matthew Scott Harris remains alive - mailer demons viciously claw in an attempt to eviscerate as descent of black crows, (whose eyes widen like black eye peas) and gravitate to this wrecked vestige of generic chap, who doth hate above iterated series of unfortunate events (move over Lemony Snicket) I tried to illuminate aware that artistic pursuits in one form or another could be cathartic, fantastic, intrinsic…magic, that could somehow solve thee crisis, which critical reliance on driving thine car, a present topic de jure source of irritation drive me to impersonate convincingly in situ, a lunatic madman fit to be tied or strapped in straitjacket and duct taped mouth, whereby arms and legs rapt with attentive experimental scientists intently observing viciously jagged oscillations of sinusoidal curves mapped omnipotent bound by super strong steel magnolia derived wires fixed to mine numb skull held – with chrome dome capped upon mine head whereby electrodes send shock waves so for the present and immediate future, I can be a zombie and adapt. help me if you can hi yam feeling down.... (no longer relevant) since every aforementioned line written, cuz me and the spouse long since left said town.