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Vagaries Of An Unknown Methacton High School

Nineteen Seventy-Seven Alumni Some conspiratorial and malevolent force must be fast at work cranking chronology dial an extraterrestrial force donning, housing, loosing, plying, and trumpeting greater guile then this schmart *** threadbare stock king chap named Lisle. Damn frightful how years pinwheel into decades I hate to accept reality a half century plus ix orbitz leaving waked webbing stirring frayed marked age of mortal named Matthew Scott Harris jade did, and upon feasting on burnt offerings in full laid abdominal bloating, engorging, and overly ingesting hemlock poison eternal peace paid. “Where fore art those innocent and precious days of youth”? That rhetorical question continues to resonate and reverberate within (cobweb filled) catacombs of my mind with increasing frequency thin lee veiled as ear a coy, I feel aghast how great intervals where in tarred 'n feathered nation (feel free and welcome to standing ovation - insert and substitute favorite expletive f**king station without concern to conserve nor ration) how those carefree, lackadaisical, and leisurely days of youth disappear in permanent killer vacation. I daresay any satisfactory answer can be offered dazed ape disbelieving n'er six times decade dirty deeds donned with cheap crape adorning dis dude might, akin to someone becoming inebriated as modus operandi to escape within darkened deathly divine noose, hence hung around naked necked nape. Upon exiting broad daylight, lifelessness ceased brown blinking dulled glassy eyed, relingishing valiantly fight (yet futilely) against sobriety nothingness lied limp lifeless body dangled thieving pickpockets plied deceased individual willingly relented sighed no more joyfully accepted, comforted, and emancipated at last freedom out tortured existence bleak house back door all wised. No great expectations (chucked by Dickens), but self ambivalence yawned part and parcel formerly reticent and withdrawn mere wisp and writer of words, he did seem once a pawn to excel in various sundry obsessive lawn during compulsive behaviors, which most serious drawn caper cut upon prepubescent, his body deadly romance with Anorexia Nervosa almost succeeded at suicide with bravado and brawn.

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Date: 6/12/2018 4:15:00 AM
Going to your reunion can be intimidating, we often think we don't measure up to our peers. Good stuff matthew.
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