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Neurological Tinder Box Doth Hotly Kindle

(okay, yukon axe me whatsapp pinning,

though beep pre spired, cuz mess sigh key

threads experience didst rub burr raw

as if spun as a micro spindle.)

Woolworth (Penneys on

the Dollar Store) Sears electronic,

dynamic and atomic weight

cumulative decades of suppressed

crackle, snap,

and pop, triggering

psychotic sans tete a tete

legal tender visa vis

bit coin block

chain payback daily

quotidian fits and starts

trigger torrential spate


impinging ability to relish potential

existential joie de vivre

finding me (I rate)

analogous to suffocating

unbearable pressure, yours truly

doth eek quate


to Metallica Mega-death

accessing, hammering, and pinpointing

(excel lent lee powerfully)

every square inch

of mine pate

strewing, sparking fiery


fingerhut sized explosions,

and slamming incessant

psychological torture akin to

a pernicious hidebound mate

and as of this date

November 20th two thousand eight

 

scored entrenched occupation

of my fifty plus

shades of gray matter

becoming more agonizing of late,

where suicidal ideation,

where repressed self hate


sprung from cumulative

(albeit cloudy with

a chance of at least one

meatball i.e. me) psyche subject

to verbal whipping (yours truly),

the gloating mean

bullies didst denigrate,


without doubt half life of

Matthew Scott Harris


aint at all great,

yet to some degree, this saturated

scorpion poisoned, mauled

and jackknifed fate

in some measure

duet hoo war torn internalized

emotionally flitting griffins

hound, feast, and delight

(more so ravenously

throve) on Hawaii,

and seamy to Maui

didst successfully, (particularly


throughout earlier decades)

emasculate, under estimate,

now (in retrospect) execrate

at invisible monster

on par with beastie boy


Doctor Frankenstein didst create

only upon death doom

he part wretchedness

will hoop fully abate.