My Life In The Year 2040

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(juiced a CRISPR snippet)

Ah...yeah...exhaustion as previously related awoke from extensive frantically grabbing handy anchor rites, while aswirl within a vortex of time stream. Nonetheless, aye did manage to get a sneak peak at my future twenty two years from now.

No more coming and going back to the the future! Just by the amazing Grace (slick ride on a outdated Jefferson Aeroplane) found this beastie boy pitched thru of an unforgettable journey, now among familiar village people, who comprise his literati culture club. This doggone rough draft (written a tad more'n one score years from present) summarily sketches mein kempf among a raft taking heads, sans family, especially goo goo dolls grand kin.

Let young-bloods zip (per) across milieu of spatial time fifth dimension! This veritable unknown widower felt the mood of nostalgia, hence he took a mental stroll back many decades where at sat at the laughably now primitive macbook. He wistfully experiences snippets of flashbacks pertaining to his rather bland humdrum life.

The recurrent pallor of despair hung like a virtual "iron curtain" shutting out capacity to enjoy life to the max. Social anxiety the pernicious pet peeve that induced much chunk of time to be voluntarily shuttered inside a soundproof stainless steel bunker carved deep within the bowels of the earth. Oft times longevity seems like a curse with unforgettable past...

(particularly prepubescent days of yore –

revenant sans deep pressed matinee
with grim reaper hid as alloy

well…sit back and enjoy this vignette –
many moons since mine being a boy

a core sampled striated fragment
of existence from a Semitic goy

my life in the year twenty forty ah hoy

interspersed with a sprinkling of joy
some re: dears may bow out
and i.e. averse to this lyrical ploy.

I celebrated my eighty first birthday this past January thirteenth. Just nineteen more journeys for the big bright wheel in the sky to turn before this curmudgeon reaches centennial milestone. The coterie of grandchildren (Arial, Castellar, Cooper Black, Georgia, Pristina, Ravie, Rockwell and Vivaldi) apprised me as their favorite Zayda.

A series of unfortunate events also found this hapless Harris hobbling humbug hash tagging trials and tribulations. Each lovely biological kin appeared significantly more mature while only prepubescent striplings. Although barely fresh from childhood, each lad and lass belied automatic biased presumption toward those entering adolescence. This thrifty Pennywise and avoirdupois pound foolish papa i.e. mister mom of Eden Liat and Shana Aubrey tried his level best to guide his two lovely daughters to foster self-reliance.

Despite an evident developmental delay in the youngest of me girls, she evinced resilience against her struggle with pervasive cognitive adversity, and amazingly married a charming chap who fathered a brood of very smart prolific offspring. No doubt genetic predisposition toward intelligence got transferred from this humble papa.

Analogous to a microscopic Olympic torch occurred whereby the eldest of mine deux darlings invariably bestowed supreme mental prowess via double helix deoxyribonucleic acid strand incorporating the chromosomes housing above average aptitude.

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