Time Zips By At Lightspeed

Before scant opportunity to make amends totally tubular slips away, I (one generic doubting thomas) reach out across cyberspace without delay jumpstarting and kickstarting reflections linkedin with fifty plus shades of gray snapchatting and twittering do you know the way to San Jose? A random destination I imaginatively mosey lackadaisical bridging divide to Oakland, whereby poor excuse for papa doth pray ye will accept mine attempt to mend figurative fences - slay the beast of burden oy vey once for all under woes to paternal parent who cares - singing yippie yie yay! Impossible mission to banish and vanish woes that didst zap thee when yours truly (delinquent dada) fictitious and/or transgressions he doggedly, cruelly, and blithely years gone by did yap pained fallout across precious progeny alienation doth still wrap hermetically sealed darling daughters none other than yours truly fell prey to his self made abominable trap scheming adulterous liaisons just barely avoiding marital mishap though irrevocable psychological fallout heavily impacted metaphorical didst kneecap father/daughter relationships annihilated with ear splitting emotional thunderclap, thus only apology offered accursed philandering soiling restitution, whereby reparations forever swallowed into a figurative (bay sic) wide gulf course teed off handicap. No matter probable (understandable) aversion ye experienced toward lame casanova wannabe unfaithfulness tarnished potential virtue thee need never invite papa into your confidentiality prithee regarding filial rapport with Zayda (my father) forgiveness key as I too grieve since grim reaper will emcee, when labored breathing ceases and Boycie joins grateful dead. Awareness pronounced inevitably his passing will (does) sadden heart and soul of indomitable gal regarding said lass, (who brusquely reciprocates) possessing academic energetic, italic opportunistic skill cuz, I recognize no vibrant rapport exists between us, nor could or would I impose to beget profound sharing when nil, née nonexistent bond prevails never knowing mine dad's mein kampf, a moost bitter pill, hence quite so many decades in future when basic life functions analogous to uphill battle, grandpa Matthew Scott witnesses rigor mortis, which sets mine once upon a time washboard abdomen into matted, flaccid, and bloated flesh as if drowned in the Schuylkill.