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Wretched emasculated celibate anchorite

Wretched emasculated celibate anchorite (any relationship between the following poem and living persons - namely the writer of these words ranks as purely coincidental and fictitious). nevertheless he suffers existential blight covered head to toe in black and blue bruises linkedin wherein yours truly (himself) did self flagellate, less for religious reasons, than cuz he felt contrite about his mein kampf and hard times, where purpose driven life when once upon a time, he happened to be a happy go lucky little boy imbibing rich scents and sensibilities of mother nature brought delight observing flora and fauna while sitting asprawl upon greensward sharing quietude with Georgie (his Box/Dalmatian family dog, they shared the same birthday) now a doddering blind, deaf, and dumb old man Tommy (to me) sensational resplendent quintessential planetary magnificence no longer didst excite subsequently his dead soul, when free from corporeal constraint will embark upon spiritus mundi flight hoping to acquire martyrdom veneration, when he uneventfully segues from being among the living to gleefully join the deceased, albeit grateful dead into the realm, where eternal serenity found within soul asylum height espying how humanity in general and Project 2025 in particular found *****sapiens devolving into World War III as trappings of civilization (and its discontents didst) ignite, where survivors (analogous to foreigners, who just landed on alien nation) scrabbled across rubble strewn landscape, especially as dark shadows crept along the edge of night daring bravehearts to explore outer limits of the twilight zone red dilly (dallying) advancing Republicans donned as trumpeting elephants in MAGA trunks complete with jacklight wrought from titanium (Sia what I mean)? felling Democratic enemies, the former tricked out with artificial intelligent smart and sophisticated firearms comprised of ballistics fashioned from one hundred percent kryptonite. Now a minor digression regarding - giving Luigi Mangione who sported a 3D-printed "ghost gun" garnering him fifteen minutes of fame in the limelight killing UnitedHealthCare ceo Brian Thompson, which ammo etched with the words "deny," "defend," and "depose" on the bullets and casings used in the shooting. Now back to regularly scheduled program, where yours truly best retire poem, cuz moonlight sonata filtering thru the window way past the hour of midnight. Where upon awakening from dream, a nightmare found writer of these words metamorphosed back to the future videre licet joining rank and file, when an extinct marine arthropod that occurred abundantly during the Paleozoic era, with a carapace over the forepart, and a segmented hind part divided longitudinally into three lobes, hence the name trilobite creatures who throve from the beginning of the Cambrian Period, around 521 million years ago, until the end of the Permian Period, around 251 million years ago. Now ye probably wonder less or more how much longer torment for thee dear patient reader must endure before I jump/kick start severance soon will cometh end of poem with blessed fate, I assure. Hyperbole barely exaggerates existential exegesis as markedly iterated in the book of Matthew. Upon closing eyes wide shut, and being whisked at lightspeed just in time as huge claws grasp empty air, he then finds himself at beginning of evolution after being hurled further back even farther across the time stream when primordial broth covered earth found him alone as an anachronism as a sophisticated humanoid chock full and tricked out with the latest generation of quantum robotics technology electronics far surpassing even the smartest *****sapiens, nevertheless artificial intelligence sets relic of the twenty first century apart from the madding crowd of microorganisms in the primordial broth denying him the likelihood synonymous with the rolling stone tune I'll come your to emotional rescue condemning him to veritable isolation hounded by mailer daemons, hence a worse fate than death dogged his every catatonic step.

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Date: 1/30/2025 1:41:00 PM
This was quite the journey of a read, and very enjoyable. The stream of thought linking various topics is beautifully done, and your mind must be amazing! Thanks for sharing this - B.J.
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