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Watching toilet bowl lv highlight of snowy February 7th 2021

Watching toilet bowl lv highlight of snowy February 7th, 2021 Above title attests how mine mundane mein kampf flush with adventure overflowing excitement. Apt aforementioned accurate personal description culmination of decades worth hesitation and trepidation. Ever since garden variety generic guy long since experienced being little boy mean kids constantly teased and bullied me on account yours truly being small fry. One puny socially verily withdrawn lad no surprise experienced suicidal ideation throughout public school even as undergrad never wagon figurative tail when fired from one after another workstation. Hence metaphorically hermetically sealed self against incessant beastie boys squirreled away amidst imaginative escapes courtesy bookshelf isolates myself, viz remaining figuratively at bay interestingly enough petrified livingsocial whereby flesh and bone closely resembled hardened clay hashtagged Matthew Scott Harris as pipsqueak deadset to halt physical maturation without delay anorexia nervosa (modus operandi) did buzzfeed starved and emaciated lovely bones as main entree unbeknownst then, but clear as a bell now emotional state of parents unspooled and didst fray father and mother aghast their pallor went ashen gray grim reaper wielding large scythe intimating hooray approximately half dozen years later both parents relentlessly vilified verbally hammered and especially didst inveigh against their sole singular son born thirteenth of January hooded think those folks who begot me cruel as kkk to escape vitriolic wrath atop roof at Glen Elm, I lay Gambone builders bought property razed demesne nevertheless indelible memories emotional reprieve spiritual succor delivered upon many a bygone May when heat radiating off shingles served newgateway passing time and wishing myself far as Norway. Yours truly risk averse which characteristic, I declare constitutes curse thus isolation found me sprawled out upon wuthering heights against regular diet of diatribes delivered carte blanche with expletive filled verse toward solitary son ill fate receiving nasty brutal abuse considered dying far less worse. Precious minutes and hours atop gabled hideaway blithely did elapse me gingerly scuttling out attic window though agoraphobic and loathe to drop distance and no longer courting death no matter concluding life (during early/mid twenties) total flop merely wishing rage against male offspring would stop. Inconvenient stated truth, albeit synopsis regarding second born (middle child) begat courtesy Harriet and Boyce upon their psychologically harried flesh of young blood yelling hurtful words severely uncouth (both parents deceased) now said heir long in the tooth who wonders why forsooth he tolerated torturous abuse.

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