fractal friction from frumpy father
based on truth fore sooth not tubby ruth less babe pardon ma bell sounding uncouth.
like candle box cars aligned n affixed with a caboose flow of electrons the best concocted juice forthwith out fios, light and heat the slow strangle via an invisible noose the reverse result - versus being nestled in a papoose
gripped this bantam weight hen pecked papa - who tried to peruse read buried under blankets and towels - yet frigid aire (technically about 45 degrees Fahrenheit) did not go vamoose.
anyway, i sure hope urine remission if any offal bugaboo plagued your body, mind, spirit or e'en if the force o mo thar nature drew out her scimitar where chaos -
such as power n telephone outages flew and swept across the ramparts whereby huge limbs and wires ole man winter did hew
indiscriminate to gentile or jew or even one happened to be answering a call to deaf fuck ate while atop the loo cuz such fate occurred here at 724 railroad ave n new
where the lack of heat or phone service induce sing expletives stronger than poo but...during the blackout, this papa read by flashlight huddled
under layers of clothes n bland kits, and did rue how susceptible n vulnerable society to the whims of natural faw iz - tis true at least in my view
whence this generic human did woo predicted he would become laughing stock of human zoo fossilized thence accidentally discovered millennium hence as frozen petrified representative, per the twenty first century,
where wily fox prudent terrestrial realtor sans third reich with mister roach.
aware now that ye too as ma brow i scrunch possibly goot dealt a similar meteorological punch thus lack king for energy, this mister mom supposes that hunch
of two darling daughters, would be thrilled to kibbutz with during lunch if circumstances find ye willing to fritter away time -
e'en just for bray dee brunch.
tis a blessing social networks to allow, enable and promote literary trait acquaintances of yore, and usually this discovery of late (sans - this very example between yourself and me) - noah intent to grate usually arises via the denizens of fate.
----- CURTAIN CALL FOR MATTHEW HARRIS TO SHARE ---- a hush descends upon the virtual audience as seat of pants suspense builds prior to the shilling imp pounded view these offline observers maintain with bated breath.
let me hoop to tickle yar virtual fun knee bone viz the following vignette - the daily egg gone e from this hen pecked husband ™ -
cobbled together some years ago - matrimonial contention did somewhat abate ominous signs a harbinger e'en when we did date yet...an the ensuing years did/do dodo little to assuage the ill fitting match for a mate -
why do i remain yoked, tethered, saddled, moored, hitched, et cetera to the covenant of this travesty, sham, quackery, mockery, hickory dicker y dock of a masquerade facade, charade, of a marriage?
financial circumstances plus reliance both special genetic gifts i.e. eden and shana (ages 21 and 18 respectively) disallow this dada to dash off in a white horse open sleigh day n night - benediction blubbered
for 2 take me n the deux darling teen girls a way comprising the main chorus - oy gevalt n oye vay all i can digitally say iz neigh.
from morning til night, this mister mom must endure the relentless onslaught of un beak able string of expletives (purportedly as endearments - argh), and bombardment of dried out rock hard leftovers.
i cannot go anywhere inside this nor outside for peace of body, mind and spirit from a nattering wife who folds, mutilate and spindles every square inch of this slender older papa bear.
every now and again, he (this scrivener) lashes out.
rather than set a whirled wide web of escalating altercation, he does his level best be stair clear of retaliating with outright full bore artillery, which consists of burnt offerings that closely resemble bupkis.
said spouse maintains a stockpile of these non-edible and unappetizing palm size petrified attempts at some culinary delight, when they might be better served as ammunition per the war against terrorism.
no doubt they could foil any tinder box of subversive anarchistic activity, yet can keep complex edifices of infrastructure intact.
take heed and do not enter the kitchen here at landmine lane, a most dangerous zone whereby ye may risk life and limb!
this message typed from a contemplative, introspective, perceptive, and restive father (addressed voluntarily as "sir" by thee eldest daughter) severely injured when thine irascible wife unexpectedly lobbed a fusillade of brick like bombs of her botched breakfast for chimps to be caged.
this message painstakingly penned while bandaged head to toes from major contusions (more deadly than any rocket propelled grenade) whose dire straits bode ill for recovery.
that life changing comedy of errors tragedy (essentially mush ado a boot nut tin) continues to replay itself in my mind.
many moon units passed upon my tapping out this vignette, whereby I happened to be facing greentree lane (with back turned toward malicious mate) nonchalantly preparing a unique concoction (perhaps never to be published in the fine cuisine of mein hun gaga aryan goulash) when a heavy yam bushed attack of meteorite size molten hot and/or leaden heavy zeppelin sized offal experiments at eats rents my whole being asunder.
Within a flash - all goes black.
What seems like eons finds me awakening shrouded in antiseptic gauze - whereby this sol lid lee stitched son can just barely whisper HAPPY MUMMY FIDE tombs DAY!
----------------------------------------------------------- postscript: this message approved by legions of concerned scientists in tandem with the majority of any ablest ethicist, independent moralist, omniscient physicists, who would undoubtedly corroborate, there thrives a bunch of culinary solutions to maintain global peace within the har kitchen where i dare not set foot lest....my obituary the next day will appear edition of the local newspaper.
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