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 Life Decimated By Truest True Love / A True Confessional, Truly

 
Now old, (chronic) diseased, and and no longer  
       "desirable" as pertains to intimacy. One might  
                                   say  
"Time. Time Time wha'th'Fuck has become of  
                                   Me?"  
Well, kids........my Me has always been an ill'usion.  
   and when ye Believe ill'usion(s) be Real, they  
       turn into (like magic!) De-lusion(s).  
(d'ye dig what I'm sayin'?)  
 
                                     Now, looky here.  I don't pre'tend to  
                                                               know  
                                     what's going on? To do so would be  
                                        just a bit pre'tentious. (Better to pretend
                                           to be pretentious).  
                                                                  
                                   This hole 2020 has been a hallucination  
                                           of disinterpretive pro'portion.  
 
Actually, things started gettin wild'like weird'Reality on Sept 15, 2019, for the first time, I got busted during my daily explosion of grief at the death of  my  
dear (daughter), Leah Marie.  Just wrong place, wrong time, wrong medicine.  
And pow! Sixteen Hours Naked (erroneously judged 'suicidal') In A Filthy St Johns County Hoos'gow cell.  A new career as jailbird at 67 years old. Wow. And,  
thanks to CHF and kidneys, would spend 5 months, (wit 2 brief 'breaks') in inpatient hospitalization in the coming new year.  
         Well, Elizabeth, I'm sure you had no idea how insane 'my life' would become upon your insane disappearing act from the greatest love either of us had (mutual agreement, reaffirmed Every Day til the night before you left), ever.  
                One way or t'other, Love will decimate human lives either through insanity or death. One can never really win this bloody game, (can one?),  
 
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaxxx  
2020sept6-dkzkpoompluspixture
Written by dkzksaxxas_DanielX (DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)
Published | Edited 9th Sep 2020
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