Thee Grim Reaper As Pedagogical Savior

(fear not stalwart reader, the sword of Damocles just grazed thy chest when fate found us a place to call home). to avoid the pitfall of prospective homelessness which near future prospect induces existential angst i confess. Today i.e. about two years ago (end of rope rhyme rote approximately deux orbitz round the sun), i wanted ta die and bid god riddance grandly going gamesomely gra grave, de deum, and cymbal crash to Bing mulct emotionally, physically and spiritually - all the grinding hardships would be gone in a flash how tempting to seek ot a solution sans hemlock or other deadly potion, whereby toothless mouth need not gnash boot simply swallow and drink from the goblet of mortal freedoms renting psych ass under with purposelessness mine hash tag, which bout with suicide while n the edge of thirteen - Anorexia nervosa defeated - then as now experience 10,000 banshee maniacs whip lash lacerating, flagellating, and repeatedly rousing thoughts shin to circle back to why death be not proud when life on par with a mash up of ennui, futile gobbledygook housing incubus analogous luft waffe bombardiers quash the joie de vivre per je ne sais quois spritely spring in step happy jollity, and levity attempt to make light of psychological me's mental illness rash whence thru the (then) lvii roam min years as chief garbage taster of trash hurled my way gnome matter the gremlins dwelt within the Wabash distance to inflict din er of dissonance targeted this mortal for'er abash as soon as he got expelled from the womb, his reddened ears did bash from sonic screaming boom causing astir the nurses into the maternity ward of me late mum sped like dash her, and fast as a comet Prancer doth emulate a con vixen dancer, cuz ova this rude half re: that came a boot from genetic chromosomal dna wash.