Tempus Fugit - Part Two

speaking severe nasal sounds, when exhalation boyhood memory draws obvious twang – another ace in the hole for bullies – gnashing identityguard where gauze superfluous, and those hurtful ingrates lobbed words, when they may as well swang fists at me upper and lower jaws, though decades in the past, the imprimatur indeibly etched, yet stinging rebukes from maws and faux paws trigger remembrance of things past (analogous to Post Traumatic Stress Disorder - in my case countless acromonious, denigrating, execrable names contributed to Schizoid Personality Disorder – though predisposition for sundry mental illness most likely incsribed within mom and pop sic cull genes), now greater enlightenment reacting/responding to stress comprehending my biology, chronology, ecology, geneaolgy (fyi – Amelie paid consultant at 23andme.com for blueprint denoting fabric housing jumbled, linkedin, nested past – results surprisingly showed 1% Neanderthal comprise inherited) psychology, thus explaining insatiable hunger for bananas, and intermittant urge to swing from tree to tree, whereby I willingly accept arboreal, corporeal, generallly less than ideal traits which pro active overtures arrest (without a warrant), contest, assent everest (albeit metaphorically) satisfactorily extending virtual olive branch (pitted) recognize immutable imposibility to confront excrutciating bygone feelings, this endeavor, a quest to test mine kempf zone, and endure current flow of uneasiness (clammy and sweaty hands fostered by andiety), yet exorcizing mailer demons critical to experience mindfullness, and requisite to fast tract expeditious deliverence, whereat ye ought not be deprived THIS SIBLING (HAN SOLE BROTHER) WHOSE LOVE TOOTH HE (on account of dentures) DIDST OFTEN BESPEAK!