Alas Oh How Grave and Horrendous Misfortune

Alas oh how grave and horrendous misfortune... Relapse written all over whole fudge besmirched countenance American as apple pie garden variety troll tell tale evidence eats away at me heart and soul argh so much for new year's resolution straight and true healthy eating goal. Lofty ambition to attain once upon time coveted, prized, and treasured toothpick physique, no not necessarily becoming thin as anorexic pencil necked geek scores of years ago, when yours truly resembled quiet as mouse phantasmagorical disembodied prepubescent freak surreally bobbing long Battle Creek. Morphological body distortion bid me to allow, enable, and provide suicidal grimly reaped tally ho with feebly uttered see yawl back in the day circa approximately my thirteenth circuit round the sun, I sought to disappear into cellular vacuole formerly carefree boy his loose higglety-pigglety hogtied psyche psychological, (not in yeast wryly bred) did unroll severely psychological afflicted son taxed his mama and papa where somber appalling death knell deathly silent lugubriously reverberated figurative emotional bell toll, Matthew Scott starved yet hungered for sustenance of body, mind and soul. Pact nearly signed, sealed, and delivered signaling demise (mine) unwittingly inflicting horrific guise kickstarting pinteresting repercussions no lies lifetime developmental delay no surprize even now this aging baby boomer tries to shake off pervasive thought process unwise fending off punishing self destructive reflexive urge after experiencing wages of culinary sin where surge impossible mission just desserts to purge thus sink dentures into sweet treat taste buds relishing joie de vivre emerge (think chocolate fudge) flashes me memory prior lovely skull and crossbones nearly acknowledged funereal dirge.