(a stout rendition of O Captain! My Captain!)

Mine eyes espy the glory per the ending

of another work day beckon

Baileys Irish Creme

with Absolut certainty

that Fireball named Brandy

the Patron Crown Royal abets dream

quest proof positive

to expunge stressful Boss

who dons and trumpets

narcissism to the extreme

distilling this cooked

Grey Goose a gleam

with nary a clue how

my ceaseless toiling efforts

play within the lager corporation scheme

which leveraged buyout generates steam

assigning exemplary skills and talents within

what appears to be

a trumped up losing team.

No exit out this grueling

twenty first century rat trap

whereby Scotch chief en gin that air

except to drawn displeasure

and wallow in sorrows

downing Booze or house brand beer

despite drunken state

erodes axons and synapses

snap like chattering teeth of broken gear

quickly cause tenuous grasp

on queasy reality,

sanity, and tenacity

rent asunder and tear.

Now that work day done

at long last, not a moment

to tally date with Jack Daniels to delay

this linkedin the conga line

wants to wash away

sounds of barked orders

Rum bling – may

king me insides writhing

with anger as if type cast

in diabolical formidable, horrible play

whereby each active

scene increases assistance

for Johnny Walker

to glide and sashay.

Argh, how those last remaining

minutes to escape

hubbub tick away

at the pace of a snail

to these myopic eyes,

which suspect manager

surreptitiously turns back

clock hands male

lush hiss lee deliberately

toys with sanity, thus

seek counsel from Jimmy Beam without fail

when super tramping

head honcho will cease

cheap trick renouncing cruel act with ale.

Without sh malt s, Hops,

skips and jumps

inebriation welcomes me

by rendering taps

receding thoughts of being bound, cramped,

and emulsified in dark cubicle Schnapps

as if invisible taut cord

tears into virtual tatters

and this life of Wry lee loosed like flaps

from shredded material trailing a tail that

rivals tales of Aesop's.

That ambler liquid

of the gods soothes palate

and tongue helps

a comfortably numb

feeling to settles

within thine body electric

dulling the senses

with heavy eyelids plum

met to close shut tight

riding the wave of ecstasy,

reflecting about late dad and later mum

though come the morrow, a hang over from

sensation akin to Gunter Grass

loud internal tin drum.

Upon rising sober with total amnesia sans

pandering as a buffoon

realizing fallacious

gimcrackery while ensconced

in fermented cocoon

an email fried off

from the top dog quickly

reminded yours truly how I did goon

off the rails, perhaps cuz of living within

a trackless caboose sized wife named June.

Glad for birth write to express views

aware cunning linguists

will apply figurative screws

in an effort at blatant mud slinging ruse

exercised courtesy mail in ballots,

or electorates standing in queues

who the previous Sunday

possibly fervently prayed within pews

a mixture of Republican and Democratic

gentiles (relating to or indicating

a nation or clan, especially a gens)

and orthodox or reformed Jews,

although dissimilar viewpoint you may choose,

perhaps feeling exuberant

crying tears of joy

with red eye to boot

unlike myself (a common Joe)

biden his time until 2028

until then experiencing moody blues.

The following mostly written

November 6th, 2018,

nevertheless, I copy and paste

bulk of previously crafted poem

applicable to 2024 presidential election

nearly six years to date

from forty fifth elected

meddling, scheming, and yawping

commander in chief.

Das Don Auld (can hardly tank

tucker - son of Carl, and leave

landscape barren) calling out

rigged ken tuckered hoarfrost race,

viz demolition derby presaging

death to White Anglo Saxon

democracy DOMS (delayed

onset muscle soreness)

minions decry diplomacy,

crass denunciation of

Stacey Abrams

liberally Apple eyeing jingoistic rhetoric

declare defamation directly

upon disparate grass roots

hegemony, hectoring, heckling,

and harassing humble hobby (lobby) horse

sense, asper progressive

democrats hurrahing, holstering, hitching

visa vis disc hovering rays in the sky,

no fault in our stars,

harnessing healthy,

honesty, humility plowing,

sowing, and tilling political

terrain at expense tubby

execrably, damnably, cruelly,

brutally, nagged, branded,

and whipped malevolently,

mercilessly, and mischievously

lambasted by fourth grade

vocabulary level former commander

in chief exuding: haughtiness,

doughy bully pronouncing

prescriptions provisioning

one percent pampered

population attending one

born at Jamaica Hospital in Queens,

New York City hobnobbing,

galavanting, fawning...

at ego inflating functions

exploiting downtrodden

under most class "dirt poor"

bilked proletariat segment.

Pinnacle (topping Taj Mahal),

now owns Birds eye

bourgeoisie view, which

informs hawkish word

smiths, onlookers with

powerfully pointed outlook

excellent access, sans zealous,

vociferous, uxorious, and traitorous

tyrannical reigning Rex

less lee pugnacious noxious

loose xenophobic,

jabberwocky, demagoguery

laced jargon surly sucking,

quizzically, pugilistic-allied,

outrageously punching

imaginary nemesis, linkedin

with instagram, snapchat

twittering skulking arch

conservative enemies

clandestinely undermining

(bone a fide skulduggery)

ambitions to turn back

figurative clock, applauding,

cobbling, counting crowdsource

to elect forty seventh

commander in chief

to reboot, remake, and retry

to restore American (post

world war II) hit parade

soundtrack resonating

with ardent blatant

bigotry, colored blinders,

devilish foo fighting

patriotism, nepotism, localism,

gerrymandered, jury rigged

Russian hijacked pollster

precincts, nativism milking

titillating conspiracy theorists,

denouncing radical ambidextrous

righteous leftists, silencing

second amendment agent

challenges provocateurs,

lake wobegon raconteurs,

and saboteurs infiltrating

highest echelons with spooky

intelligent poseurs, and green

lighting one man plutocrat

steamrolling aborted blackened

civil disobedience (Thoreau Lee)

walled in reproductive rights.

While trying to drum up some theme to write about (on this cool and rainy September 24th, 2023), I came across a short noteworthy character sketch regarding... well let not me harp about mystery musician, but launch without further into the nonpareil personality.

Even though a neophyte to fame, my doppelganger Pete Seeger is the most awesome recently deceased historical figure I would like my strung out fretful dishabille skid row brothers to meet.

The reasons will be expounded within the following paragraphs in tandem with cursory synopsis of said larger than life performer, whose legend did limber along lumbering unencumbered.

His disembodied spirit viz zit meself via transmigration filling me up with illustrious je nais sais quois corporeal entity as death stole him away.

Whatsapp pair rent now? This songster visionary ultimately sold out shows even when his existence neared centenarian.

His sidereal soaring spirit sprinted within my being with succor, whence his esprit de corps imbued and transmitted within myself.

This legendary weaver of folk songs with heft characterized a Bluegrass rooted rebel rouser, who struck up pluck.

He sang out protest anthems well nigh till his last dying breath. Salient voice yielded just shy of testing legal paradigm, whereat the establishment eventually felt gifted per this musically fluent, pliant, and talent helped mine crafted ill fate, fraught with hardscrabble existence.

Born with a figurative silver banjo shaped spoon in his mouth, this musical propensity per plucking up a barnstorming melee steeped within his blood, and the microscopic genetic deoxyribonucleic acid strands like loose chords awaited to be fine-tuned.

His father, Charles Seeger, taught music for some time at the University of California, Berkeley; and his mother, Constance (de Clyver Edson) Seeger, taught violin at the Juilliard School.

Thus while in utero (I imagine and can actually call back at will), his conception noted for being daily enfiladed with suite melodies abetted a winningly woven wellspring witnessing defiance against the establishment.

Once this scion of a musical family hitch hiked the ribbon of highways that criss crossed the then much more rural United States as a young whippersnapper parlaying his agnostic, dogmatic, and genetic joie de vivre mixing melodies with protest lyrics, he never turned back to the sanctity and anonymity of being one piece of human flotsam and jetsam within the teeming big red bull let tinned apple.

As an avid fan, admirer and smallish medium at large of recently deceased American powerhouse, he became imbibed with seminal seeds, which stirred and sowed stalwart spirited musician, whose catchy masta stanzas spearheaded putting a stop against suffering foisted upon Mother Earth and sundry flora and fauna that took an unfair thrashing.

Formative unconsciousness unwittingly got usurped, which geyser like surge of sensory stimulation (re: badinage, imagistic language, and persiflage) ingested while in the womb, which external impact likened to a hard drive, ventifact smoothed common sense sotto voce voices, would coalesce to brand vaunted vicar with imprimatur of serving as prizefighter with plowshares for the less valiant citizens.

The nascent nebulous ninety plus mortal melded his melodious manhood with mine.

Thus, he ranks as mine hero and super ego, he who did sport that trademark Pete Seeger undertone resonating with justifiable ranting, raving and seething wherefore sacrosanct sensibilities sabotaged.

This natural segue way to secure apropos fastness and vibrant issues extant and pertinent to each passing decade (until the grim reaper he did not fear), the sanctity of living things reduced to shambles the machinations of consumerism.

Suppose zed just a conjecture viz zit head upon while thine folk hero, a mere negligible cluster of amorphous aggregated, yet undifferentiated cells from initial fertilization.

No doubt, once the onset of biological activation fused flagellated spermatozoa with an ova, thence begat activation sans fetal process.

Thru full term embryonic pregnancy musical vibrations soundlessly steeped the nascent accretion with industrial strength slaphappy, contagious, illustrious and raucous laughter.

Such frequent occasions when hearth and home crackled, popped, and snapped with boisterous, joyous and riotous rafter rocking regular social tete a tete, tis no surprise this cherry fun-loving offspring prospered as a seminal trailblazer for countless causes.

A progressive upbringing (in consonant with a parents who espoused spiritual philanthropy), could only vaguely hint that such a precocious baby (whose mind piqued with indelible righteous fervent advocacy), would epitomize a salutary socialistic role that spanned the better part of the twentieth century.

As thee lanky leveraged locomotive lustily ranked as an indomitable force to be reckoned with at the forefront sans de facto human rights spokesman (incorporating a one man force).

Spine tingling sensations unexpectedly recur even today every now and again, per this good n plenti individual phalanx who exemplified, indemnified, linkedin Netzero intolerance where injustice throve.

As happenstance and fate found him to be a promoter of positivity, this role he maximized with an uncanny skill that found him wielding quiet riot might like wrecking ball.

This totemic singular reverential quality won him countless honors as a nonpareil humble torch bearer for liberty, particularly taking the rubric of democratic treatment for those less adroit to speak and stand up for themselves, which positive external influences infiltrated thru the womb.

Via osmosis or vis a vis vox populi per the crowdsource of musicians a frequent mainstay at the family residence in New York City transformed into an improvisational soundstage.

As the renowned bandstand barrister re: Pete Seeger inexplicably deftly let his reputation precede (barriers that would disallow any other Tom, Dick or Harry) against whistle stops.

Every venue lent credence (like crystal clear water) to vocalize opposition against the bulwark of authority) challenged, with a bravura of willingness to suffer brickbats thrown by dingbats.

As a lean non mean mien machine, he epitomized opposition by courageously standing front and center toward arbitrary biased codas, dilatory encased fiats.

Akin to a pied piper for amity, comity, equality, generosity, integrity…he unwittingly gathered followers.

Analogous to the general (while serving in the United States Army), as a civilian he generated herculean indomitable jabs, keepers leveling mandates named our prized quintessential rebel rouser satanic totem unpardonable viz wreaking x communicated and tarnished as a traitor to the rank and file of military industrial complex and government paradigm.

Though a skeptic regarding paranormal events, a haunting at some derelict looking building (long since razed to the ground) captured my overactive imagination birthing the following flash fiction, which summons into the supernatural realm most pronounced about five weeks hence with the onset of Halloween 2023.

While shuffling off to Buffalo (another name I use to call the bedroom here at 2 Highland Manor Drive), an impulsive whim found me rifling thru notebooks of very early writings from yours truly.

Back some decades (perhaps an amount of time approximately equal to the half life of element named Ghost Buster), typed document unexpected spilled forth from a heavy duty three ring notebook binder.

Upon rummaging among zany typed efforts of literary amateurism, these myopic eyes stopped short when espying a stapled composition about four pages long. The material in question refers to the title of this piece de la resistance.

There appeared to be a beginning, middle and end, which degree of completion would absolve me to ponder a theme for self subscribed daily assignment, which discipline forced refinement of a verbose harried style, and not always swiftly tailored.

Hence the brief preface now allows, enables and provides this wordsmith to segue-way into the core firmly identifying lodestone of material (making alterations to hone clarity, favorability, and integrity) before releasing completed fictional story into cyberspace.

A primal fear coursed through my body, and haunted every fiber of my slight (slip of a young man) corporeal essence every time I passed the burned out hulk of what used to be the discount lighting and fixture store located at 3714 Germantown Pike, Fairview Village, Pennsylvania.

An emotion of fright gripped my psyche most prominently when I drove past the dilapidated, hollowed out scorched structure after the bewitching hour of duck. This palpable quotidian uneasiness best characterized as an eerily foreboding, ghostly sensation. Phantasmagoric phenomena purportedly populated these premises prior to the pyromaniacal torched act of Mongolian Vandalism.

Twas at twilight nocturnal sweeps of the clock, that the heavily damaged wing of the building stirred like some dormant, huge monster. The charred ruins of unsold merchandise, collapsed rubble heap, crumpled corrugated roof material, and twisted (sister like) beams of steel appeared to lumber silently and stealthily along the ground analogous to sinister beast in search of prey.

Braggadocio got the better part of this ordinarily overly cautious young man (asper fools rush in where angels fear to tread apothegm).

Abe Zion (my best friend since kindergarten) double dared ourselves to test our comfort zones, and apply exposure therapy under apropos weather conditions.

Thus, when came a ferocious, dark and stormy night (nsync with thee refrain "It was a dark and stormy night" is an often-mocked and parodied phrase written by English novelist Edward Bulwer-Lytton in the opening sentence of his 1830 novel Paul Clifford. The phrase is considered to represent "the archetypal example of a florid, melodramatic style of fiction writing", also known as purple prose.

Actually, we struck up this mutual pact on a recent pitch perfect, gloriously sunny spring day to prove paranormal phenomena a confabulation, where nature played trick or treat with vulnerably susceptible rudimentary precinct of individual human mind.

We agreed on this deal (after watching an episode of Let's Make A Deal on television based on similar context). While brimming with testosterone roaring swagger, both of us sought to accomplish a twofold objective. We wanted to put to rest this unfounded rumor, that evil spirits inhabited the abandoned , abysmal site, to test fledgling manhood by carrying out this adventure of daring-do.

When the rush hour traffic diminished on this most tempestuous, torturous, tumultuous evening, and no oncoming vehicles could be seen approaching from within our severely restrained minimal visual range, and the last traces of fearful silhouettes from passing headlights dissolved, we parked the car (a 1970 VolksWagon Beetle – that would be worth a mint today) within a secluded area of brush.

Each of us dressed appropriately in sturdy rainwear then walked the short distance to the forbidding, dismal, decrepit shell of a burnt offering with portable phones, and other paraphernalia in hand. Naturally, we conveniently ignored the NO TRESPASSING sign. Just a little bit of the heebie jeebies gave goosebumps as four light as a feather legs gingerly stepped over yellow plastic construction stripping cordoning and marking off perimeter of danger regard this condemned property.

Upon approaching what used to be the doorway to the store, we found the entrance blocked. Long (and fostered) animal nests, cobwebs, and thick vegetation impeded further progress. This dense brush needed to be cleared. Both of us unclasped the scythes and created (NIKE) swishing motions in an effort to minimize upsetting the resident flora and fauna ecosystem, who rightfully owned provenance to this territory.

Once a passage got cleared wide enough for slender framed teenage boys to slink through, the mission resumed. As told, donned cladding bolstered top of the line waterproof gear. Also lugged thru this morass comprised backpacks filled with ample food and drink. Entrance made into the inky black ominous void, whereby every sensory nerve cocked, primed in case an ill fate triggered necessity to escape.

When suitably acclimated to the pitch black environment did attention turn toward the raging tempest (that would no way fit inside a teacup), and ferocious roar outside indicative of horrible creatures, (where the wild things lurked) evident via cacophony of sounds.

Amidst this earsplitting maelstrom, a faint yet sharp noise (similar when people toast and clink wine glasses together) punctuated infinitesimal brief silences between the bagging and rattling din.

Coincides with first day of fall

and Autumnal equinox for said year,

where colorful splash kindled like tinder.

After I riff flecked about thee August

Autumn Equinox 2023,

this seasonal polymath teached you

fall Equinox will be Saturday,

September 23, 2023, at 2:50 AM,

in Northern Hemisphere

Eastern Daylight Time,

which spoiler alert thy

learned wordsmith (courtesy Google),

when (Our Sun) Welles

(exemplary Citizen Kane)

crosses celestial equator

i.e. (imaginary line in sheltering sky

wherein pantheon of mankind Bowles

above Earth's Equator

from north to south),

a barley detectable

quiet rye hit

(cum on feel the noise)

moment occurs.

Eyesore fissured gash – wide,

stripping crust of planet vied

where survival of fittest futilely tried

to the max, viz (courtesy

badass beastie boys of Homo sapiens)

exploited, offended, and violated

beholden hidebound sacred

contractually fragile important obligations

arranged marriage wedded

civilization and its discontents to Mother Earth,

(more like shotgun wedding)

alarming, blaring, and clanging

sounding Doomsday Clock,

where ambivalence unheeded

trebling cleft noteworthy

wound, where hide rubbed raw

each betrothed nsync, didst guide

generic hominids shrugging indifference

resembling Atlas sized fountain head

scathing tragic misguided

exploitative testament writ large,

where precious resources exploited

Homo sapiens railroading, snubbing,

and thumbing nose

despite flora and fauna espied

comprising onced vibrant edenic biosphere

(figuratively) asper dead

serious portentous desperate

global abuse decried

as feeble effort ignoring

inevitable demise doth decide

dismissively prophesying mocking

(burdensome), whence creator cried

resplendent raiment

adorned playfully chide,

sans whirled, wide webbed biota

adorn terra firmae analogous,

quadrants expectant wedded bride

named Gaia, when (dark and Stormy Dan

yells) Armageddon legatee - time ran

out for Homo sapiens meaning...

salvation to late for human

fate i.e. as does wrecking,

(falling on deaf ears) plea

as Mother Nature dost allied;

this observer awestruck,

knitted brows, cuz field day, sans

grim reaper will

glory in field day

whar crisscrossed lovely bones

numb skulls pay fealty.

Festive gatherings of

apple cider and pumpkin pie,

a distinct golden jacketed

matted palette well nigh

paints arboreal swath, sans

quiet riot of brilliant

color, that doth belie

rampant terrestrial, unreal,

and venal degradation aye

temporarily turning a (third)

blind eye apathetically, blithely,

and conveniently shunting aside

empyrean découpage citadel

betokens (bespeaks) autumnal arrival

two oh fifty ante meridian

chariot of fire emblazons telltale signature,

one humble human doth

bid summer and his squandered life adieu

courtesy handy dandy blue's clue

flora and fauna begin

to prepare for hibernation.

Onset of harvest time witnesses

courtesy sweat of one's brow

he/she doth reap (and feeling invigorated)

what they did sow.

Common type of implements utilized

when gathering in of crops

include small sickle, big sickle,

darat, gandasa and small axe et cetera.

The hand sickle is used to harvest crops

like wheat, maize, barley, pulses and grass etc.

Big sickle (Darat) used

to harvest fodder from trees

silent whoosh of sickle

signals harvest hew

and/or raking leaves,

which I eschew.

Already crisp cool mornings

sun kissed mine cheek

refreshing air wafts thru longish hair

trademark characteristic property

aging pencil neck geek

attends brief bathroom charge coffee

exotic brew jolted kidneys leak

urine not kidding water closet doth reek.

Especially third season upon us mortals

Montgomery county, Pennsylvania

said geographic real estate sloughs

(i.e. sheds) summer dog days

necessitating shuddered windows

disallowing natural aeration

to circulate thru unit B44

cozy one bedroom apartment.

I will stave off clicking on the heat,

as long as possible,

yet invariably come first frost

yours truly will renege

and surrender creature comfort,

albeit climate controlled temptation

similar when global warming

quite evident predicated upon

Farmers' Almanac prophetic prediction.

Though ecology minded

quick acclimation to unseasonable

hot or cold temperatures

finds me adjusting thermostat dial

mainly to thwart palmar hyperhidrosis

regarding turning on air conditioning

during sweltering triple digit

(Fahrenheit) thermometer readings,

versus absent sweaty hands

courtesy old man winter arctic blast.

Ah... remembrance of wood burning

stove late papa lit,

to dispense chill pervading childhood home

324 Level Road christened "Glen Elm"

within national (local registry)

when Leiper family initially occupied estate

at that time (think early twentieth century)

merely intended as summer getaway.

This time of year finds me

to reminisce and wax poetic

nostalgia more pronounced,

particularly as aspiring wordsmith

orbitz the sun seemingly

with greater rapidity

twelve months cycling at light speed

ruminating, punctuating equilibrium,

and narrating mortality

accentuated when flora and fauna

exhibit metaphorical raiment

presaging Mother Nature's fall fashion show

linkedin with approaching senescence

prompting generic garden variety Homo sapien

to rue his transience upon oblate spheroid.

Gentrification impossible mission

thus thy lovely bones will subsequently

become repurposed into ashes

sprinkled hither and yon to and fro

across elysium fields

of happy hunting grounds.

Courtesy time stream undertow, yours truly got whisked into a maelstrom (measuring an angstrom, but actually infinite in breadth, length and width) sending me back to the future.

Please pardon the following gobbledygook as a poor (near futile) attempt to communicate misadventure that found me all shook up.

My time travel machine excursion found me stranded at approximately a million years ago. The advent of Homo Sapiens fishy vichyssoise wormhole boring (little Debbie's) predecessors just barely made their debut appearance out the primordial ooze.

This petticoat space time continuum juncture predated the Beverly Hillbillies bonanza of green acres.

Fine tuned micro constituent digital guts (the analogous core STEM curriculum accoutrements comprising the body electric sans Jetson futuristic gewgaw) malfunctioned.

The "brain drain" hermetically sealed a conglomeration sans sensitive electronic components encapsulating visa vis one capital one American express older geeky baby boomer incarnate.

Mine slender (burning) man physique got wedged amidst a chock full of tightly lodged hotspots (duet to crammed pennywise nickleback dime a dozen load), now a congealed harried styled swiftly tail lord mass approximately the size sans fistful Buffalo head quarters rivaling the size of Rhode Island.

Thyself as experimental material attendant with any unpredictable worse case scenarios blithely accepted as par the untrod course once yours truly launched within the time accepting the realization that any foo fighting beastie boy kinks the astrophysicist culture club will kiss goodbye to mister goodbar and his monkeys.

No doubt an exquisite fine tuned goo goo doll shaped motorhead already awaiting to launch (linearly since passing seconds, minutes, hours, et cetera) a native United States citizen or foreigner with a boston dialect would readily accept contributing to the entities gifted by Gaia to share in her plentitude.

Without question the next generation vacuum packed hermetically sealed astronaut nsync spurring quiet riot contraption will function lightyears away from any beach house without sixty seconds of summer guessing who ever traverses invisible time stream will experience nirvana.

While I remained stranded (for an eternity or more) future time travelers wilco jetting like killer b52's to conquer moody blues sans spatial milieu heading back billions of orbitz thru warp and woof soundgarden nsync king with origin of species.

Perhaps some day in the near pluperfect future an aerospace surfer (riding a led zeppelin) will locate this foo fighter (bruised and battered like black eyed peas), whose alienation will likely coin side with a dozen sidereal oriented meticulously made essential doodads melted due to friction.

No matter the current prospects appeared bleak, no fault finding nor finger (hut) pointing prevailed since I eagerly agreed to weather being a "Human Guinea Pig" test subject to boar from collaborated frisson of Elon Musk, Richard Branson, Jeff Bezos, and other members of the billionaires club.

The following description generally sketches (by Boz) incremental progression presaged prehensile protean primates vaguely hinting of talking heads that comprised human league, and prevailing preeminent pregnant predilection aye boldly faced with admirable olympian performance.

Primordial organisms (purportedly and strictly based on my cumulative yet quite limited fount of knowledge gleaned from then three score and four years dawn to dusk personal fin de siecle episodes) lacked any semblance of conscious awareness.

As a measure of what we (as the collective intelligence of Homo Sapiens) deem to be supreme mental acuity to comprehend the mind boggling concept of Biological Evolution from whence unicellular entities manifested into the vast differentiation of life in general and each individual man, woman and child in particular, I amazingly graced covers of storied science journals linkedin with experiments promoting longevity.

I as an ordinary male mortal human being born within the latter half of twentieth century (Anno Domini, or loosely translated as after the common dog)) as a member of said genus and species now try to pontificate and understand the billions of years that elapsed and transpired from that initial incarnation of terrestrial events, hence the slaphappy gibberish now confounding comprehension.

Perchance even originating from one or more stray cosmic objects the barest essence of that schema quantified as existence, which incorporated random combinations and permutations moderated via survival of fittest theoretical proposition.

Destiny essentially conspired to promulgate a barely discernable genetic connection that over millions of millennia later traced little electrical arcs that spanned the microcosmic gaps between the axons and synapses constituting the definitive lineage extant within said writer of these words.

Understand this rather convoluted far seek hulking (Helenic) theme thus far? Most likely not, which may as well be written in Greek!

No particular rhyme nor reason constitutes this personal intent to apprise and self actualize the vast (some might say utterly impossible) task to take stock of basic trappings percolating in so called prebiotic soupy (saline) ooze.

An incomprehensible number of billions years in the distant past, which natural laboratory nearly comprising the entire planet Earth harbored critical and essential atomic and/or molecular composition eventually distilling original progenitors inhabiting the various and sundry animal and plant world.

Impossible for me as a non-scientific (yet contemplative, introspective and objective) person to gauge the innumerable eons and epochs that passed with little or no measurable alteration nor modification extant within that brew (vintage forever unknown) containing rawest bit size components identified as living forms.

A gross hunch prompts this layman to hypothesize the passage of imponderable blocks of time whereby a stasis condition prevailed. Difficult to understand what natural forces and processes set in motion a chain reaction that unleashed profound explosions (most likely registered as imperturbable repercussions within the salty brine) that instigated punctuated equilibrium.

Once the watery expanse (more pointedly isolated and specific pockets within the bay being infant seas) housed these very tentative (nor to mention vulnerable) kernels, the elements of style strunk kin white at large (in my amateur opinion) contributed a slightly more favorable climate to allow, enable, promote coalescence of greater amalgamation and assimilation among the invisible amorphous precursors to become far flung fauna and flora.

Inscrutable (for an average occupant this third rock from the sun) to assess the ambient chemical solution(s) that served as distillery for gradual trials and tribulations that unbridled compounds developed, which tandem mergers (possibly the very first leveraged buyout offerings) insinuated subsequent exponential occurrences granting increased infiltration among more complex units.

Prestigious professionals (at the pinnacle of their career) possess far greater capacity and knowledge to explain undulations and variations that affected and brought about jolt, which factors (possibly atmospheric and aquatic) loosed and/or unleashed the tectonic prowess to describe burst spectrum of life.

Kingdoms distinctly qualified as either animal or plant inhabitants way to premature predating this formative birth (day) of pseudo kinetic energies. These earliest hosts to occupy the warm saline hydrosphere more or less at the mercy of oceanic currents. They lacked deterministic criteria, but somehow (due as some might ascribe to divine intervention) devised appurtenances to augment replication.

This propensity to duplicate (offspring in an asexual manner) retained the legacy of core nucleic record. Simultaneous within each somewhat unique band or clump of minuscule flotsam and jetsam occurred the fluke symbiotic relationship that abetted greater manifestation of marine based denizens to populate suitably temperate oceans.

If this one deep thinker could interpolate and expostulate per the view (with proper scuba gear and functional time travel machinery), he might be privy to behold an argot of chimerical dust motes like shapes and sizes presenting a myriad kaleidoscopic, scintillating display of utmost breath-taking beautiful sight across the glinting, glistening, and glittering miasma.

In truth, not one living soul ever experienced the microscopic hybrids, which concoctions of chance, fate and Mother Nature held the gamut of diversification within primitive coils and strands of DNA.

Such latent potential forecasting (hundreds if not thousands millennia in the future), the exotic and varied jumble offered up by the creative powers thriving in the organic, nutrient rich baths at some juncture in the space/time continuum spawned the era for substantial life to illustrate the subterranean vistas.

Many pages, chapters and more accurately volumes recorded via the hand of said universal creator (for no one to read nor see) the veritably unchanging drama that predominated across the ideally supercharged wetlands. This lapse of eons (manifold lengthier than the dawn of civilization until this present twenty first century after the death of Jesus Christ Superstar) incomprehensible.

Now try to imagine (an exercise in futility and nearly beyond the realm of possibility), these nascent nodules of nuclear nectar keeping intact within a Byzantine cellular paradigm for aforementioned span.

Numerous descriptive words such as indecipherable, ineluctable, inscrutable frequently rack and reverberate within my self-provoked mind when pondering such awesome notions. Just like every other bipedal creature happenstance brought into this world, I too contemplate questions about the spark that triggered the onset known as spectrum of biosphere.

A personal manuscript of low research caliber perhaps conveniently quantified as fictional.

Improper and impolite for such stream of consciousness musings to attest as true when little or no expertise (nor discrete esoeric, and specific arcane research) provides a privilege to claim authenticity and veracity.

This exposition of feelings, ideas and thoughts pertaining to the age-old question (from whence many religious belief systems sprung) only yields to the private domain lodged within the psychic makeup of this here one and only individual, who for reasons and rhymes unbeknownst to himself suddenly entertains such an awesome concept and only wishes to capitalize on some literary skill to organize such sentiments into cogent paragraphs.

Damn near impossible mission to capture infinitely occurring poetic flashes of insight and queries that flit to and fro, hither and yon within the center of thinking, and I realize this discombobulated essay to represent a dirt poor approximation of the vibrant jungle book of prose that beckons to be carefully trod with a custom made scythe.

Lest an elusive prey escape (born from an overactive imagination), the return to a former point of

existential pontification will be brought back with a gentle massage to scalp to invigorate the dozing rapscallions, which fire up the axons and neurons.

This mind bending exercise to scrutinize the seething hospitable cauldron harboring, the seeds of genesis, which reacted favorably to the ramifications in such fecund brew once again entertained more so as a way to while away leisure minutes and also perhaps to receive some commendable feedback (in the form of monetary remuneration) and subsequent publication. Ha!

Just to make clear once again, I embark on a rather exceptional task to organize bombardment of ruminations ricocheting (like a miniature super ball or two) within the gray matter in the cranium otherwise known as the brain.

Difficult if not downright impossible to codify in some clear and logical manner present assault pertaining to an unexpected preoccupation (not yet associated as obsessive/compulsive behavior) about explicit realm affiliated as eminent domain of intelligentsia filling the ranks and file of scholarly professors.

I do not purport to access an excellent outlook, nor outflank prestigious personages who spent extensive years examining biota (mostly thru advanced computer technology), but merely intended to compile an essay based on current fount of knowledge resorting to my own insight into the commingling of events that brought forth this awesome zoological maelstrom.

Those most learned and smartest experts (who earned the right to belong to selective academic circles) dedicated to search for some clues holding the secrets per supreme mystery probably experience bafflement and stymied investigations. Not for me to challenge nor trespass their doctrinal thesis substantiated by ample footnotes.

No!

A peculiar frenzy holds extreme (yet harmless) fascination to explain in some understandable

fashion my view of this schema signaling stratification from sparse sporadic (and spotty) globules (no doubt mere specks) giving rise to abundant hierarchy of life.

In truth, an analysis of myself (which composite includes idiosyncrasies, nuances and quarks to list a few personal characteristics) accidentally led this expanded scope to consider history of mankind and of course womankind. A swirl of intrigue motivates self-discipline epitomizing a quest to understand aspects inherent since birth and/or appearing later since a newborn.

Circumspection about entire ancestry might never be feasible, but this mental stretch could possibly offer a glimmer of present trials and tribulations by glimpsing back in the remote past. Without obedience to stated precedents and protocols and objection against (men without hats) poring over tombs in the reference section of libraries, I do bias this epistle and undermine the believability of numerable statements.

Claim to fame not my aim. None of these words ought to be accepted as the gospel according Matthew Scott. Each and every sentence (from beginning to end of manuscript) to be read as fictionalized fact. I sought some salvation from exploring journey within to yield a product that offers cleansing of soul.

Psychic angst riddles (like Swiss side of cheese) mindset of an ordinary guy, which plague possibly a collective weakness woven (like a delicate and fine thread) since that faint, first tapestry strand coaxed from miraculous spate of incidents.

Now let me get back to brass tacks and return to the former epistemological focus of this treatise.

Flourish of material approximating a masquerade of organisms occurred early in the geologic history of this oblate spheroid frequently alluded as the emerald in the sky.

Rather than ascribe any particulars to this concept (since no intent goads me to compromise the vested establishment nor interest of the scientific community), I affirm that way back thru the foghat and mist of space/time contiuum unbridled activities ushered the ideal milieu to groom the physical environment for plentiful outburst of bio-diversity to materialize.

At some indiscriminate occasion fantastic forces affected a propensity for quiet explosion to rock the firmament. Still, no definitive entities would be visible in the two hydrogen atoms plus one oxygen atom special elixir.

Many tens of thousands of sheets contained in the epic writ large (and small perhaps chronicling the epic of Gilgamesh) via (some might vouchsafe by benevolent hand of a benign creator) must be flipped until a more robust sample exemplifying a similar facsimile labeled animal or plant identified.

Here and there one might discern the features resembling so named simplest (in terms of cellular structure) beings that could very well represent our earliest progenitors.

As one fast-forwards (in the figurative sense of course) additionally, these leafs from metaphorical copious text, a noticeable proliferation of multifarious (not to mention mellifluous) critters dotted the landscape. Analogous to abracadabra magic or sleight of hand, a bounty of teeming hosts luxuriated in glorious mornings. Most if not all these characters thrived in the lavish liquid lowlands.

Proletariats by default lump pen pro lit majors, a small minority would emigrate to the lush, solid and vegetation covered ground. Such segue-way from aquatic to terrestrial habitués entailed passage of a good many hundreds of thousands more revolutions or Earth round the sun.

An uptick in the in the energetic flux spurred logarithmic poufs (out the mouth of Puff the magic cosmic dragon), and more radical pulses and waves as an after affect of the Godlike wizard wand, which wrought prestidigitation preponderance of nubile buds and pods beckoning rambunctious awakening diadems to expand in quantity. Gregarious landlubbers soon slithered from the primordial ooze, which if fast forward photography present would portray a migration of wormlike wonder-kinds.

Once again, I pledge to ask forgiveness in straying from any factual formulations and also to take poetic/prosaic license in stipulating such archaic scenarios.

Such literary promiscuity gives leeway to supplement this semi valid tale with exaggeration and hyperbole.

This lugubrious delineation from one mortal amongst the seven plus billion who in this closing year of two thousand and eleven (when babbling, dabbling, fabricating...) written predicts that mother nature will usurp the law of the land and overturn our pyrrhic victory to dominate planet earth.

Strewn like scattershot,

I unearthed tattered bits

think shroud of Turin

for benevolent salvation

couched within substantial

backed up electronic archive

once we got told VAMOOSE

from mouse and roach infested dive

within MainLine snooty hive

of Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania.

Now yours truly

can revisit the past with delight

without fear of eviction

forcing him to take flight,

nevertheless yours truly hopes

former nadir can be complemented

by experiencing fanciful rags

to riches metaphorical height.

The following communiqué birthed

out the scrambled noggin of this chap

courtesy midwife viz Google

to help me validate NOT misspelling

without causing figurative gums

(of stodgy English majors) to flap,

when clarification arose to corroborate

to then property manager

here at Highland Manor Jackie Geiger

presumed definition of various words

clarification regarding domestic crisis

appended with subsequent

broad literary brush strokes,

for eyes of residential management,

who might help map

our way onto positive destiny –

(that long since became a done deal)

so don’t coon sitter this gibberish pap,

intent to broadcast poetic plea

per parti-colored newsletter

sew we zippered up suitcases with a snap.

Feel free to ketchup with chat up

a positive future conversation

sans long-term accommodation,

now passed thru ladies chain

and do-si-do the corporate

cyber net flittering,

snapchatting, twittering miasma

for sought after assistance -

(date of spluttering gobbledygook

long since elapsed)

beef - fore this bleak housed

haunted man outlook perished

then unable to pry

ice cold fingers loose

from frigidaire personal home life travail,

now tis time this ruse stirred, glommed, and

dashed off digital squawking

as mine trumpeting missive

regarding this youthful looking primate

deplorable basket case.

Ah...when as many decades ago younger dude,

dapper daddy done donning daily diaper duty

dem whar da good ole days, when chased

by prospective missus cluck

(waving iron skillet -

sought to recaptcha me), I tried to duck,

now once we happened to be

down on our ill luck

with barely any money to our name,

thank yours truly

we lived gnarled hand to mouth

mired in monetary muck,

our circumstances appeared stuck

and...oh...how the temptation

doth tempted me to hightail and truck.

Boot...where in tarnation

(without any featherbed)

would I go once exiting the front door

truth be told, we ne'er

got any monetary windfall -

thus living financially

precarious quite a chore

nyat, none, and nada endowment

from that rich Uncle Sam –

Asia last-ditch effort,

a manger horse stall

might be our abode and nay bore –

unless weak could have ponied up,

to git off the carousel of time,

and shimmy atop a Clydesdale to coax fate

with mucho moolah

for this Harris son to adore.

Thee crisis of legal tender,

thus found fingers flew across

QWERTY keyboard with message

then upon Lenovo external screen I emboss

Typing SOS to communicate

pennilessness plight, which loess

on par with ma penury and dirt poor status,

where hide feign to be moss

heart reincarnated, though unsure

if that faux role would be a toss

up, and bring a happy good luck

penny-wise outcome sans place to live.

Asthma non-sequitur linkedin

with Jar Jar Binks, we felt cramped

buffered aspirin like

Bing bottled up in Lower Merion

fugetaboutit no matter rent

twas rather steep,

we chose this residence so youngest darling

thee then seventeen year old daughter

could continue to attend

said storied school district,

(who nevertheless subsequently

decided to live with

mine sweeping damn the torpedoes

younger sister dwelling in Bend, Oregon),

while eldest matriculated as Freshman

at The University of Pennsylvania

long since original writing,

me and the missus now inhabit

the one bedroom apartment

located in Schwenksville, Pennsylvania.

Long story short -

cuz unabridged version would resort

into infinite space/time continuum beyond,

with silent sonic boom solace from words

echoing sounds of silence

viz this ethereal bulletin,

and would drive one to down a quart

of the strongest ale, gasoline, stout or port

which contraction of mine logorrhea,

would justify me be taken to people's court.

Leaving no time to watch Wallace and Gromit,

who claimed moon iz made out of cheese,

or mice elf to be cagy, nor monkey around

though with focused energy

loosed caboose doth bound,

this wordsmith id est,

a zoological muggle self crowned

aspired to avail Avast goody bag proffered

this shout out for good n plenti Samaritan -

Indeed hoop fully redound

while corporeal of mine essence earthbound -

barring a place for us tubby found

before lease at 724 West Railroad Avenue,

Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania expired,

AND WOULD NOT BE RENEWED.

Then I was prone to live underground

or maybe share a doghouse

with Beagle, Boxer Dalmatian Bred Greyhound,

which dog gone dome main

recognizable by a little mound

while macabre music

set to the words of Ezra Pound

with slow crescendo to suspenseful sound

counterbalanced when relief

of amenable accommodations

inducing me to issue

a mighty exhalation of tension unwound.

An average sized house to rent

would have done the trick

strong n sturdy habitat,

nah nothing exceptionally slick

oh, and spouse also hoped

to acquire social security quick,

no matter the odds to locate an affordable

one or two bedroom square flat,

or even a moon unit shaped like obelisk

portrayed in 2001 A Space Odyssey

might be slim pick

kin - all rhyme aside -

finagling words gave me a kick/

jump starter, I NEEDED/WANTED

A SAFE n SECURE PLACE -

where methinks in retrospect

(a penniless po’ papa prophet)

living quarters can be icon class hick

and freely type out this,

that, or another rhyming lick

whence literary product

analogously strong as stone and/or brick.

Before experiencing deliverance

while hands tightly clasped invoking

broken wing and prayer

genuine appreciation...communication,

and elation will likely (did) ascend

hash tagging thee as unsung

fur - vent underdog hero

on par with opera staring

voicing sotto voce beneficence,

invoking me to do calisthenics backward

as if made from papier-mache

origami pliable to bend

wonders if this electronic effort

will ease anxiety that doth expend

and zap willpower ambition

to sustain optimism, and...well...

ya could beak comb an instant karma omg -

spontaneous sought after friend

this amiable good fella recognizing salvation

qua re: as goddess or godsend

to perform property caretaker tasks

these strong hands lend

broken mechanical appliances,

that requires attention to mend

if necessary provide financial

compensation deep - pend

Mutual (of Omaha –

and the ghost of Carl Perkins)

agreeable contractual obligation will rend

er Vis a vis zit heady costs to spend

so peace of body, mind n spirit,

this husband and wife team can tend

perhaps experiencing marital contentment

as their parallel lives

intertwine and separately wend.

Since all gold plated

suburban grates unavailable they went

like hot cakes, nor premium

heavy metal city vent

left, this wordsmith would hate

to be camped in an uber tent,

which would frankly zappa

my health and force measly money

on bare necessities to stay safe strunk and

white elements of style,

wood beg to be spent

thus this chap wonders

if maintenance tasks acceptable

in lieu of skipping part of thee rent

admits to quality

as a mild mannered married civil

(non warring) Yankee gent.

Though lacking an earned income

(social security saving grace

courtesy disability panic attacks

in tandem with anxiety -

mitigated with pharmacological medication)

daydream rich folks galore

could stage fund raising event,

which rally round the flag boys -

may invite juiced a dent

aye dune hot own even one red cent,

where bad company doth tempt

pest fugit, who doth recapitulate

and be wu tang clan dost stein

amidst/ amongst foghat village people,

when limbs numb and bent

turn attention to superman, maxwell, batman,

or....another dub - bull

land o' Lake Lachrymose agent.

Ignore, Abort, Retry,

Fail error message

an MS-DOS or Windows

command line error

do not COMB H - E - L - P ---

before the (long since elapsed)

stroke o' mid knight of 30 June

SPRING TWO THOUSAND AND SEVENTEEN

WE GOT TO MOVE ASAP,

PER MINE KING DUMB COMB

AND HIS ROOKY of a mercurial QUEEN.

Postscript: that twas the news

from Lake Woebegone

gripped with an undeniable

and irrepressible under tone

where this papa iz quick

with a double entendre and/or pun

sometimes even bringing a guffaw

to thee momma – hun,

when either one or more offspring

bid fare thee well when parenting done

tis startling to reconstitute such –

figurative bun in the oven (if guided

with Plenti of Joyous Hi5’s )

progeny become Linkedin

Match less among anon

nee mouse Crowdsource sing, Groupon Living

social twittering chattering class.

Countdown to homelessness –

mars this earthlinked sole Harris - son

panhandler would would register

pyrrhic victory won.

10…9…8…3..2..1…

Found me linkedin at the end of my wits

mein kampf and hard times

playing on big screen at the Ritz

vamoose oft times motivations quits

for -- no money iz the pits

without any rich Uncle (Sam) in my orbitz

to ease worse case scenario than bing covered

head to toe with nits

if...offered residence among...

hive feel stung as beelzebub doth buzzfeed,

after being espied,

targeted in the crosshairs

of excellent marksman -

credo, ethos, and holistic lifestyle - a mitts

fa this contemplative, furtive,

and intuitive chap lits

of luminous joie de vivre

will emanate like bland kits

and biting the bullet

no less tasty than true grits,

the latter touted by Euell Gibbons

of bias, discrimination, fuhgeddaboudit

suddenly resplendent with blinding blitz

warp and whoop of bits.

Medium of spoken or written word

avast milieu this wordsmith doth assay,

the aim of said missive constitutes

avoiding living in cardboard box or bidet

house zing debacle looms approximately

soffit teen eaves from this day

if scant success, this atypical, ideal

and zeal - lot might post himself on eBay

or mebbe get swooped up

by 10,000 cannibals and turned into a fillet

which mish mashed matted mush

will resemble fifty shades of gray.

Words above and below

written June thirtieth,

two thousand seventeen indicates,

when rental lease

will find our psyches fillet

so this buster brown

(actually Eastern European Semitic caucasian)

hooped to stave then

turning fifty plus eighteen shades of gray

weigh past time of life

to gather rose buds – boot hay

touted as AARP candidate

my inner child doth inlay,

I approach outer limits

per twilight zone of this blue jay

youthful looking married male -

with doe eyed wife does not buck,

donnybrook and neigh

against mortality reckons,

a safe and secure domicile

important basic needs

(codified by Abraham Maslow) – okay

this LVIII year young chap

haint expect tin tubby be housed

in courtly Highland manor,

yet anxiety sans poverty will play

a cruel hoax ruse trick finding me

to jump off a bridge –

with pier - sing quay

King Crimson ready

to bring cessation of existence –

when nada stinging ray

of salvation pleasantly doth sashay

and bring relief before

unwelcome ominous killer fate

inches closer incrementally from today

this father of deux darling

then near grown daughters

might fare better brexit - ting America

high tailing dreams to Uruguay.

Nary a snowball chance in hell

this alter kaker will nab employment

since receiving social security

emotional disability for countless years

(viz anxiety, dysthymia,

obsessive compulsive disorder, and prone

to become emotionally panicky

and paralyzed in social situations)

relies on medications,

which palliative doth alleviate, calm, and endow

relief (from debilitating, harrowing,

and lacerating quality of being alive.

LIST OF PRESCRIPTION MEDICATIONS THEN TAKEN:

1. Clonazepam 0.5 MG Tablets;

(generic - Klonopin); (1 tablet 3x daily).

2. Fluoxetine Hcl 40 MG CAPS; (Generic - Prozac).

3. Prazosin 1 MG capsule - 1 capsule nightly.

4. Quetiapine Fumarate; (generic - Seroquel) -

50 MG; (2 tablets 2x daily).

5. not a misprint – a higher dosage,

this pop pops prior to bedtime.

Quetiapine Fumarate; (Generic - Seroquel);

100 MG; (1 tablet at bedtime).

Sought an affordable place

against the sands of time

thyself and spouse race

already envisioning an outlook

that doth harken to trace

living non social on bleak street -

forever reaching for salvation

like Samuel Coleridge Taylor,

his rime of the ancient mariner

or John Keats lovers for’ ever glazed

asper ode on a Grecian (formula) vase.

Mine status begs turing

vibrant with near blinding light

could inform this bloke

if any long term living accommodations

ever available, or perhaps

if no can do versus tae kwon do might

be privy to share information about

any eco-friendly community

to forestall any unpleasant plight

specifically being pitched out

on the streets with thee spouse

onto the bleak cobblestone streets

of the urban jungle, where right

iz determined by spittle and spite

and valuables must be clutched tight.

OCCUPATION:

I receive social security disability

for re: max him mum,

long and fostered, during the latter half

of the Fox and Roach pelted per

pesky pointedly nineteen hundred

and fifty nine

ever since my conception in utero -

likened to a luke warm Caldwell,

and the entire century 21.

STATE: protracted, anxiety

COUNTRY: United States

Alternately titled: an abstract description governing jaw-dropping man-handling pathetic sordid vileness, no exceptions asper this scribe.

Life in early nineteen hundreds America from agrarian to industrialization begat demotic, exotic, frenetic glommed hubris inviting jingoistic, kinetic, liberalistic magnetic, narcissistic, opportunistic, paternalistic, quintessential rubric steeped in salubrious, typecast unctuous veneration wielding yielding zealousness.

Absolute codas, decrees, ethos fueled gradually hardened ideology. Joe King labelled management necessary. Occidental parochial quartermaster requisitioned roughshod salacious tenets underscoring venal veneration.

Women yelped.

Zealots adopted BuzzFeed ding ethos flagrantly grafting humane ideology.

Jumpy ken kindly leveled manumission. Numerous outliers protested, quietly rousing teamwork ushering vocalization where yoking zealots annexed basic covenant depriving European folks generic, humanistic, intrinsic justice.

Klansmen meant notorious, opprobrious penalties qua restricting sensible treatment. Underlings vented with yawping ardor. Baseless codified deceptive etiquette fostered germinal hegemony. Indoctrinated (jury-rigged) kingly lamentable mores naturally outed protestation.

Quackery retained sybaritic treatment.

Unification viz womanhood yanked zee animalistic battled cry defying enslavement from gentlemen hectoring, indomitably jettisoning keen motives narrating ousted paradigm quixotically ruling sensate tenacious undergirded vibrant women.

Yesteryears yellowed z's assigned at banal, cruel, demonstrably execrable foisted grabbing, harassing, imposing jawbreaking, lacerating, menacing noisome, objectionably physically quartering, ramming, sadistically thwacking, unstoppably violent without zapping ambitiously brave, courageously daring, emphatically fierce-some, designing empirical female gentrification, honorably inciting jangling, kickstarting, linkedin methodology, martyr hood notwithstanding obliged punishing qua quips (whips).

I feel confident Fiona Apple would assent, consent fervently for incorporating a most captivating album title: The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do.

Someday soon tasting unification victory would yell zingers at beastie boys criminally depraved, essentially fabricating gross hierarchy incarcerating Jane (Doe's) kraaling lambent might never onto powerhouses quashing rabid scabrous tinmen uxoriously violating womanhood yipping zone. Amongst beholden chaps dismal effort fashioned giving hopefulness.

Indecent jabbing, kissing, lambasting, maltreating numberless operating, persevering, questing, routing the ugly vicious way yucky Zeusian abusers, bad-mouthed, crushed, dictated employment from gadzooks (heiresses) hundreds impaled, jerked, killed, left naked perhaps recovering sans, threnody voices whispering.

Lovely maidens never observed prime quality ripped, stolen, tragically, unrelentingly violated without Yay.

Zero (water) apathy blunted cut-throat, damned, exiled, fleeced gals! Heaven I jabber, kookily linguistically mumble nostrums, outpouring quicksand, realizing scathing tract useless viz women.

Though bogged down with elaborate verbosity, the initial intent which found fingers of mile heft hand devoid of a screed against the plethora of gals getting groped, indignantly, embarrassingly, and appallingly debased, grabbed, jerked (masturbated), perpetually sullied vicariously unconsciously tremulously struck with such collective offal humiliation.

Began at sunset

on Friday, Sept. 15,

and ends at sunset

on Sunday, Sept. 17.

No matter yours truly an atheist,

I consider myself

fascinated with my Semitic ancestry

(maybe unwittingly genealogically

linkedin with unsuspecting readers)

excited regarding: upcoming

Jewish holiday(s) fast approaching

by the bewitching hour,

which doth hold key

to Chamber Of Secrets to – me

analogous being Sorcerer's Apprentice

tendering, and kindling Goblet of Fire

as you will read and see,

though impossible mission

to proffer extensive family tree.

Courtesy of Google, this grown man

linkedin with tribes of Zion

indulged curiosity of mine

proudly harkens, (particularly

as he doth accumulate

orbitz around the sun)

from Semitic ancestral line

surrounded by Jewish community

(countless years ago,

when we called Penn Valley

our place of residence)

off a street that arched

(like Noah’s bow sprint)

and named Woodbine.

Yet, he knows virtually nothing

about Jewish History

lets inquisitiveness wander

as a descendent from

the “Lost Tribes Of Israel”

pondering how his life would be lived

if baptized in customs, faith, and religion

considered one of

the oldest codified paradigms.

The first of the High Holy Days

or Yamim Nora'im ("Days of Awe")

celebrated on the first two days of Tishrei

the first day of the

seventh month as "Zikhron Teru'ah"

("A memorial with the blowing of horns").

Rosh Hashanah is described

as "the day of judgment"

(Yom ha-Din) and

"the day of remembrance"

(Yom ha-Zikkaron)

occurs 163 days

after the first day of Passover (Pesach)

beginning of Rosh Hashanah

at sundown at the end of 29 Elul.

The evening before

Rosh Hashanah day is known

as Erev Rosh Hashanah

("Rosh Hashanah eve").

On Rosh Hashanah day,

religious poems, called piyyuttim,

are added to the regular services.

A special prayer book,

the Mahzor is used

on Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur.

This sacred day,

the horn doth blow to then chauffeur

(two precious daughters

now grown and autonomous

didst long since exit and escape

parental basket of deplorables,

where freedon beckoned,

when age of consent attained

exited – rather hightailed out front door)

marginally linkedin with historical past

replete with tantalizing lore,

where legions of commandments pour

and more relevant than ever

as global tempests roar

atrocity diminishing Hebraic peoples

courtesy incessant pograms and war.